The ground felt like the softest couch.
But of a sudden he ejaculated: "Hol' on a minnit! Where you goin' t' sleep ?" His friend waved his hand impatiently.

"Right down there by yeh." "Well, but hol' on a minnit," continued the youth.

"What yeh goin' t' sleep in?
I've got your--" The loud young soldier snarled: "Shet up an' go on t' sleep.

Don't be makin' a damn' fool 'a yerself," he said severely.
After the reproof the youth said no more.

An exquisite drowsiness had spread through him.