“I don’t see why you try to make everything so unpleasant for me,” he complained. “You have me at your mercy and you’re just taking an unfair advantage.” He rubbed his sprained ankle tenderly. “I’m tired. I want to go to sleep.”
“Perhaps after you’ve had a sleep, you’ll think better of it.”
Hanleigh shrugged. He removed his coat, folded it very carefully and placed it under his head.
“Do you want a pillow?” asked Chet.
“Hang your coat up on the wall,” Frank suggested.
“No. No. I’m quite all right,” returned Hanleigh hastily. “I’m quite comfortable as I am. I wish you boys would leave me alone. I want to sleep.”
He placed his head on the folded coat.
The boys moved away.
“We can’t pump him,” whispered Frank. “Better leave him alone for a while.”
With a great deal of groaning and muttering, Hanleigh composed himself for slumber. In a short while his heavy breathing told the boys that he was asleep.