It was an anxious and weariful time.
"Jack threw himself on the bed.

He was too tired to undress.

All he longed for was coolness and sleep--the first the less attainable of the two, for the thin sides of his tent were as powerless to keep out the scorching heat as the biting cold, and it was not till many more months of both heat and cold had passed that any better shelter was provided for him or his fellows.
"But heat and flies notwithstanding Jack fell asleep, and had slept soundly for an hour or two when he was suddenly awakened by a voice calling him by name.
"'Berkeley,' it said, 'you are Berkeley of the 300th, aren't you?
I am sorry to awaken you if you're not, but I couldn't see your servant about anywhere to ask.

There's a poor fellow dying, down at Kadikoi, asking for Berkeley--Jack Berkeley of the 300th.' "'Yes, that's me,' said Jack, rubbing his eyes with his smoke-begrimed hands, which he had neither had energy nor water to wash before he fell asleep.

'That's me, sure enough.