By sunset indeed he was so worn out with toil and anxiety that he could scarcely stand upon his feet.

Jeekie, who all that afternoon had been strangely quiet and reflective, surveyed him critically, then said: "You have good drink and go sleep a bit, Major.

Very good little shelter there by Miss Barbara's tent, and you hold her hand if you like underneath the canvas, which comforting and all correct.

Jeekie never get tired, he keep good lookout and let you know if anything happen, and then you jump up quite fresh and fight like tom-cat in corner." At first Alan refused to listen, but when Barbara added her entreaties to those of Jeekie he gave way, and ten minutes later was as soundly asleep as he had ever been in his life.
"Keep eye on him, Miss Barbara, and call me if he wake.

Now I go give noble lord his supper and see that he quite comfortable.