Watching him make it, and drinking the tea woke me up.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Four-thirty," said he.
"Thanks for the tea."
Then the summoning signal for a third-helper rang out--a sledge-hammer
pounding on sheet iron. They were "spooning up," that is, making
front-wall, on Number 6. All through that stunt I was wide awake, quite
refreshed, though with the sense, the conviction, that I had been in the
mill, doing this sort of thing, for a week at the inside.
Coming back to Seven from that, I found Fred flat on his back, looking
"all in." Jock came up for a drink of water, and looked over at me.
"You look to me," he remarked, "like the breaking up of a bad winter."
He laughed.