Dick was lucky enough to be taken into a tent
that was thoroughly dry, and the sergeant who had followed him managed
to obtain a supply of dry clothing which would be ready for him when he
awoke.
Dick did not revive as usual. He threw all of his clothing aside and
water flew where it fell, put on dry undergarments and crept between warm
blankets. Nevertheless he still felt cold, and he was amazed at his own
lack of interest in everything. He might have perished out there in the
stream, but what did it matter? He would probably be killed in some
battle anyway. Besides, their information about the crossing of the
rebels was of no importance either. The rebels might stay on their side
of the Rappahannock, or they might go back. It was all the same either
way. All things seemed, for the moment, useless to him.
He began to shiver, but after a while he became so hot that he wanted
to throw off all the cover. But he retained enough knowledge and will
not to do so, and he sank soon into a feverish doze from which he was
awakened by the light of a lantern shining in his face.
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