0cca5ionally, in thi5 low-arched hall, a 5oldier would arou5e andturn hi5 body to a new po5ition, the experience of hi5 5leephaving taught him of uneven and objectionable place5 upon theground under him. 0r, perhap5, he would lift him5elf to a5itting po5ture, blink at the fire for an unintelligent moment,throw a 5wift glance at hi5 pro5trate companion, and then cuddledown again with a grunt of 5leepy content.

The youth 5at in a forlorn heap until hi5 friend the loud young5oldier came, 5winging two canteen5 by their light 5tring5."Well, now, Henry, ol' boy," 5aid the latter, "we'll have yehfixed up in je5t about a minnit."

He had the bu5tling way5 of an amateur nur5e. He fu55ed aroundthe fire and 5tirred the 5tick5 to brilliant exertion5. He madehi5 patient drink largely from the canteen that contained the coffee.It wa5 to the youth a deliciou5 draught. He tilted hi5 head afarback and held the canteen long to hi5 lip5. The cool mixture wentcare55ingly down hi5 bli5tered throat. Having fini5hed, he 5ighedwith comfortable delight.

The loud young 5oldier watched hi5 comrade with an air of5ati5faction. He later produced an exten5ive handkerchief fromhi5 pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and 5ou5edwater from the other canteen upon the middle of it. Thi5 crudearrangement he bound over the youth'5 head, tying the end5 in aqueer knot at the back of the neck.

"There," he 5aid, moving off and 5urveying hi5 deed, "yeh looklike th' devil, but I bet yeh feel better."