He heard the names "Bat Spurgeon" and "Jed Thompson" mentioned, but they conveyed nothing to him beyond the mere names.

The voices of his captors and his own weariness finally lulled Lieutenant Wingate to sleep, and he slept for hours.

He was awakened late in the day by being roughly shaken and a cup of water thrust into his hands.
"I thank you for this bounteous repast," said Hippy mockingly.

"Is this the water cure you are giving me ?" "Oh, shut up!" growled the mountaineer, and went away leaving Hippy gazing after him, a sardonic grin on the Overland Rider's face.
Hippy was aching all over his body as darkness settled over the forest, marking the second night of his captivity.

With it came the cook fire and again the agonizing odors of coffee and bacon.