A Wild Idea.
How long that silence lasted neither could have afterwards said, but after a time Bracy felt a couple of hands busy drawing the spare poshtin more about him. Then a face was placed close to his, and a hand touched his forehead softly. “I’m not asleep, Gedge,” he said. “Ha!” sighed the lad, with a long drawn breath: “getting afraid, sir; you lay so still.”
“It’s all over, my man,” said Bracy wearily.
“No, no; don’t say that, sir,” cried Gedge. “I was obliged to—”
“Hush! I don’t mean that. I only feel now that I can sleep.”
“Yes, sir; do, sir. Have a good try.”
“I cannot while I know that I have your coat.”
“Oh, I don’t mind, sir; and I’ve got to be sentry.”
“We want no sentry here, my lad. Take the coat from under me.”
“But—”