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young soldier led him among the sleeping forms lying in groups and rows. Presently he stooped and picked up his blankets. He spread the rubber one upon the ground and placed the woolen one about the youth's shoulders. "There now," he said, "lie down an' git some sleep." The youth, with his manner of doglike obe- dience, got carefully down like a crone stoop- ing. He stretched out with a murmur of relief and comfort. 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. The warm comfort of the blanket enveloped him and made a gentle languor. His head fell for- ward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly down over his eyes. Hearing a splatter of musketry from the distance, he wondered indifferently if those men sometimes slept. He gave a long sigh, snuggled down into his blanket, and in a moment was like his com- rades. CHAPTER XIV. |
