"You had better stretch yourself on that pile of rushes," the man said,
as Walter gave a start, being on the point of rolling over. "Two or three
hours' sleep will make a man of you, and by that time dinner will be
ready, and your clothes dry."
Walter fell almost instantaneously off to sleep, and it was late in the
afternoon before he woke.
"I am afraid I must have slept a long time," he said, sitting up.
"You have had a fine sleep, surely," one of the men replied; "and it's
dinner and supper, all in one, that you will have."
Walter found his uniform and underclothes neatly folded up by his side,
and speedily dressed himself.
"That sleep has done me a world of good," he said. "I feel quite myself
again."
"That's right, yer honour. When you've had your food, I will make a shift
to dress that wound at the back of yer head. Be jabbers, it's a hard
knock you have had, and a mighty lot of blood you must have lost! Yer
clothes was just stiff with it; but I washed most of it out.
"And now, lads, off with the pot!"
A large pot was hanging over the fire, and, when the lid was taken off, a
smell very pleasant to Walter's nostrils arose. Four flat pieces of wood
served the purpose of plates, and, with a large spoon of the same
material, the man who had brought Walter to the hut, and who appeared to
be the leader of the party, ladled out portions of the contents.
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