“This may be our last night in Judenbach then?”
“If killing a division will start a hole across that range of hills, it's our last night—”
“I'll sit it out with Samarc,” Peter said.
“Go to it, if you think best. You were a mighty sick woman this morning. Something in yonder helped you. I'll see you through for another treatment.”
“Boylan, don't you stay up. You've roughed it to-day and been afield. Don't let me spoil your sleep—with a big day ahead. It wasn't lack of sleep that got my nerve this morning—”
“Oh, I'll yap around till bedtime,” said the other. “What does Samarc say?”
“Something has come over him. Some one came to him last night and seemed to drive a nail right into his thinking—pinned him.”
“He's turned against the killing?”
“Yes. And he'll be restless to-night, sleeping so much to-day.... At least, he made the appearance of sleeping. I think he was shocked to hear his voice.... His eyes are right enough. But below—”
“What made you think he had the appearance of sleeping?”