laughter and became heavy with a desire to sleep.
He sank deliciously down, and began to see showers of roses, when it flashed upon him that this was not sleep, but death.
It was like lifting prodigious dumb-bells to get his eyes to open, and a return to consciousness was like the stabbing of knives. But he opened his eyes and roused himself.
"I won't give her up yet," he cried.
And then, by the help of God Almighty, he crawled the whole length of the horse.
And fell asleep.
