To say what I thought would be impossible. I thought everything and nothing.
Again that thunder.
The best I had in this bewilderment was trust in the doctor. I believed he would clear up this fog in my brain; for that my brain was confused I could no longer doubt. The doctor was hopeful--that was my comfort. He had given me medicine every time I felt worse; he was certainly a good doctor. I felt soothed: perhaps the medicine was helping me.
When I awoke, the sun was low. The doctor was by me.
"You have been talking in your sleep," he said.
"What did I say?" My brain now seemed a little clearer.
"Nothing of consequence. You mentioned the names of several persons--you said something about Butler, and something also about Brooks and Sumner."
"Was Brooks from Aiken?"
"What Brooks?"
"I don't remember," I said.