Bury me decently and take the rest." He dozed a little, or was unconscious for a few minutes.

His sunburnt face, lying on the white pillow, still looked full of health and the promise of life, except when it was contracted with pain.

There was no weakness in his voice or dimness in his eye.

It seemed impossible to believe that this strong young man was dying.
"I lost my valise when I fell," he said, opening his eyes again and speaking in a tranquil tone; "but there was nothing of value in it.

My money and my papers are in my pocket-book.