But with rest in sight he collapsed suddenly. His head fell forward of
its own weight. His feet became lead. Everything swam before his eyes.
He felt that he must sleep or die. But he managed to drag himself to the
wagon and climbed inside. Dalton lay in the center of it so sound asleep
that he was like one dead. Harry rolled him to one side, making room for
himself, and lay down beside him. Then his eyes closed, and he, too,
slept so soundly that he also looked like one dead.

He was awakened by Dalton pulling at him. The young Virginian was
sitting up and looking at Harry with curiosity. He clapped his hands
when the Kentuckian opened his eyes.

"Now I know that you're not dead," he said. "When I woke up and found
you lying beside me I thought they had just put your body in here for
safekeeping. As that's not the case, kindly explain to me and at once
what you're doing in my wagon."

"I'm waking up just at present, but for an hour or two before that I was
sleeping."

"Hour or two? Hour or two? Hear him! An orderly who I know is no liar
told me that you got in here just after dawn. Now kindly lift that
canvasflap, look out and tell me what you see."

Harry did as he was told, and was amazed. The same rolling landscape
still met his eyes, and the sun was just about as high in the sky as
it was when he had climbed into the wagon. But it was in the west now
instead of the east.

"See and know, young man!" said Dalton, paternally. "The entire day