"You're the one now, you look an awful sight," said Len.
"Did anybody see me?" asked Jack, dim and anxious.
"Only Grace so far."
Rackett, who was busy bandaging, saw the fever of anxiety coming into the one live eye.
"Don't talk," he said. "Len, he mustn't talk at all. He's got to go to sleep."
After they had got his nightshirt on, they gave him something to drink, and he went to sleep.
II
When he awoke, it was dark. His head felt enormous. It was getting bigger and bigger, till soon it would fill the room. Soon his head would be so big, it would fill all the room, and the room would be too small for it. Oh, horror! He was so frightened, he cried out.
"What's amiss?" a quick voice was asking.
"Make a light! Make a light!" cried Jack.