"He"s holding himself as tightly as ever he can," thought Spurstow.
"What in the world is the matter with him?--Hummil!"
"Yes," in a thick constrained voice.
"Can"t you get to sleep?"
"No."
"Head hot? "Throat feeling bulgy? or how?"
"Neither, thanks. I don"t sleep much, you know."
"Feel pretty bad?"
"Pretty bad, thanks. There is a tomtom outside, isn"t there? I thought it was my head at first.... Oh, Spurstow, for pity"s sake give me something that will put me asleep,--sound asleep,--if it"s only for six hours!" He sprang up, trembling from head to foot. "I haven"t been able to sleep naturally for days, and I can"t stand it!--I can"t stand it!"
"Poor old chap!"
"That"s no use. Give me something to make me sleep. I tell you I"m nearly mad. I don"t know what I say half my time. For three weeks I"ve had to think and spell out every word that has come through my lips before I dared say it. Isn"t that enough to drive a man mad? I can"t see things correctly now, and I"ve lost my sense of touch. My skin aches--my skin aches! Make me sleep. Oh, Spurstow, for the love of G.o.d make me sleep sound. It isn"t enough merely to let me dream. Let me sleep!"
"All right, old man, all right. Go slow; you aren"t half as bad as you think."
The flood-gates of reserve once broken, Hummil was clinging to him like a frightened child. "You"re pinching my arm to pieces."
"I"ll break your neck if you don"t do something for me. No, I didn"t mean that. Don"t be angry, old fellow." He wiped the sweat off himself as he fought to regain composure. "I"m a bit restless and off my oats, and perhaps you could recommend some sort of sleeping mixture,--bromide of pota.s.sium."
"Bromide of skittles! Why didn"t you tell me this before? Let go of my arm, and I"ll see if there"s anything in my cigarette-case to suit your complaint." Spurstow hunted among his day-clothes, turned up the lamp, opened a little silver cigarette-case, and advanced on the expectant Hummil with the daintiest of fairy squirts.
"The last appeal of civilisation," said he, "and a thing I hate to use.
Hold out your arm. Well, your sleeplessness hasn"t ruined your muscle; and what a thick hide it is! Might as well inject a buffalo subcutaneously. Now in a few minutes the morphia will begin working. Lie down and wait."
A smile of unalloyed and idiotic delight began to creep over Hummil"s face. "I think," he whispered,--"I think I"m going off now. Gad! it"s positively heavenly! Spurstow, you must give me that case to keep; you--" The voice ceased as the head fell back.
"Not for a good deal," said Spurstow to the unconscious form. "And now, my friend, sleeplessness of your kind being very apt to relax the moral fibre in little matters of life and death, I"ll just take the liberty of spiking your guns."
He paddled into Hummil"s saddle-room in his bare feet and uncased a twelve-bore rifle, an express, and a revolver. Of the first he unscrewed the nipples and hid them in the bottom of a saddlery-case; of the second he abstracted the lever, kicking it behind a big wardrobe. The third he merely opened, and knocked the doll-head bolt of the grip up with the heel of a riding-boot.
"That"s settled," he said, as he shook the sweat off his hands. "These little precautions will at least give you time to turn. You have too much sympathy with gun-room accidents."
And as he rose from his knees, the thick m.u.f.fled voice of Hummil cried in the doorway, "You fool!"
Such tones they use who speak in the lucid intervals of delirium to their friends a little before they die.
Spurstow started, dropping the pistol. Hummil stood in the doorway, rocking with helpless laughter.
"That was awf"ly good of you, I"m sure," he said, very slowly, feeling for his words. "I don"t intend to go out by my own hand at present. I say, Spurstow, that stuff won"t work. What shall I do? What shall I do?"
And panic terror stood in his eyes.
"Lie down and give it a chance. Lie down at once."
"I daren"t. It will only take me half-way again, and I shan"t be able to get away this time. Do you know it was all I could do to come out just now? Generally I am as quick as lightning; but you had clogged my feet.
I was nearly caught."
"Oh yes, I understand. Go and lie down."
"No, it isn"t delirium; but it was an awfully mean trick to play on me.
Do you know I might have died?"
As a sponge rubs a slate clean, so some power unknown to Spurstow had wiped out of Hummil"s face all that stamped it for the face of a man, and he stood at the doorway in the expression of his lost innocence. He had slept back into terrified childhood.
"Is he going to die on the spot?" thought Spurstow. Then, aloud, "All right, my son. Come back to bed, and tell me all about it. You couldn"t sleep; but what was all the rest of the nonsense?"
"A place,--a place down there," said Hummil, with simple sincerity. The drug was acting on him by waves, and he was flung from the fear of a strong man to the fright of a child as his nerves gathered sense or were dulled.
"Good G.o.d! I"ve been afraid of it for months past, Spurstow. It has made every night h.e.l.l to me; and yet I"m not conscious of having done anything wrong."
"Be still, and I"ll give you another dose. We"ll stop your nightmares, you unutterable idiot!"
"Yes, but you must give me so much that I can"t get away. You must make me quite sleepy,--not just a little sleepy. It"s so hard to run then."
"I know it; I know it. I"ve felt it myself. The symptoms are exactly as you describe."
"Oh, don"t laugh at me, confound you! Before this awful sleeplessness came to me I"ve tried to rest on my elbow and put a spur in the bed to sting me when I fell back. Look!"
"By Jove! the man has been rowelled like a horse! Ridden by the nightmare with a vengeance! And we all thought him sensible enough.
Heaven send us understanding! You like to talk, don"t you?"
"Yes, sometimes. Not when I"m frightened. THEN I want to run. Don"t you?"
"Always. Before I give you your second dose try to tell me exactly what your trouble is."
Hummil spoke in broken whispers for nearly ten minutes, whilst Spurstow looked into the pupils of his eyes and pa.s.sed his hand before them once or twice.
At the end of the narrative the silver cigarette-case was produced, and the last words that Hummil said as he fell back for the second time were, "Put me quite to sleep; for if I"m caught I die,--I die!"
"Yes, yes; we all do that sooner or later,--thank Heaven who has set a term to our miseries," said Spurstow, settling the cushions under the head. "It occurs to me that unless I drink something I shall go out before my time. I"ve stopped sweating, and--I wear a seventeen-inch collar." He brewed himself scalding hot tea, which is an excellent remedy against heat-apoplexy if you take three or four cups of it in time. Then he watched the sleeper.
"A blind face that cries and can"t wipe its eyes, a blind face that chases him down corridors! H"m! Decidedly, Hummil ought to go on leave as soon as possible; and, sane or otherwise, he undoubtedly did rowel himself most cruelly. Well, Heaven send us understanding!"
At mid-day Hummil rose, with an evil taste in his mouth, but an unclouded eye and a joyful heart.
"I was pretty bad last night, wasn"t I?" said he.
"I have seen healthier men. You must have had a touch of the sun. Look here: if I write you a swingeing medical certificate, will you apply for leave on the spot?"
"No."
"Why not? You want it."