What a
wonderful thing for our armies that we can get all the quinine we want!
The rebel supply, I know, is exhausted. With General Quinine on our side
we're bound to win."
"But that isn't the only reason, doctor. Now--" Their voices trailed
away as Dick sank into oblivion. He had a dim memory of being awakened
the next morning and of swallowing two more pills, but in a minute or
two he sank back into a sleep which was neither feverish nor troubled.
When he awoke the dark had come a second time. The fever was wholly gone,
and his head had ceased to ache.
Dick felt weak, but angry at himself for having broken down at such a
time, he sat up and began to put on the dry uniform that lay in the tent.
Then he was astonished to find how great his weakness really was, but he
persevered, and as he slipped on the tunic Warner came into the tent.
"You've been asleep a long time," he said, looking at Dick critically.
"I know it. I suppose I slept all through the night as well as the day."
"And the great battle was fought without you."
Dick started, and looked at his comrade, but Warner's eyes were twinkling.
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