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Patsy felt as if a fearfully heavy blanket lay upon him.
Slowly, for he was less than half-awake, he put up his hands to brush the blanket away.
It was too heavy, and he wondered.
Then he opened his eyes.
It was rather a dark place, and rough, unfinished ceiling overhead.
He saw that first, naturally, for he was lying on his back.
“By Jumbo!” he muttered, beginning to remember, “I thought I was dead.”
He looked down, raising his head a little, and saw with horror that what he thought was a heavy blanket was the body of a young man.