At last his eyes fell on Charlie, and he remembered where he was. “I was asleep and dreaming,” he said.
“So was I,” said Charlie—and I could almost guess what their dreams had been.
“Now, Tom,” said Charlie, “you must look to my wound.”
“My poor boy!” exclaimed Tom; “to think I have forgotten it all this time!”
“It’s not worth bothering about, after all,” said my master, “But see, Tom, the day is breaking.”
“Ay!” said Tom, looking down with a new light in his weary eyes, “the day is breaking!”