awhile."

His fatigue was so great that he was not conscious of any desire for food
or rest.

"Maybe I will need that torch more after a time than I do now," he added,
as he looked listlessly at it. "It seems good for a half hour yet, and I
don't want it." With this he thrust the burning end in the sand at his
feet, and held it there until it was entirely extinguished, and he was
wrapped again in the same impenetrable darkness. So far as possible, he
had become accustomed to this dreadful state of affairs. He had been
viewing and breathing the atmospheric blackness for many hours, although
it may be doubted whether one who had spent so much of his life in the
sunshine could ever become accustomed to the total deprivation of it.

Fred had assumed an easy position, where he could lay his head back, and,
straightening out his legs, he made up his mind to enjoy the rest which he
needed so badly. When a lad is thoroughly and completely tired, it is
difficult for him to think of anything else; and although, while walking,
the fugitive was tormented by all manner of wild fancies and fears, yet
when his efforts ceased, something like a reaction followed, and he sighed
for rest, content to wait until he should be forced to face the
difficulties again.

When he closed his eyes all sorts of lights danced before him, and
strange, indescribable noises filled the air. It seemed that impish
figures were frolicking all around, sometimes grinning in his face, and
then skurrying far away through the aisles of the gloom. At last he slept.
The slumber was sweet and dreamless, carrying him through the entire
night, and affording him the very rest and refreshment which he so sorely