midday
he said . `` The dust -- the dust . '' Then he let the roughly tender hands of Smithy guide him back to the cot where he fell into a troubled sleep . * * * * * The comparative coolness of dusk was tempering the feverish midday heat when Rawson awoke . And , strangely , his troubles and all his conflicting plans had been simplified by the magic of sleep . His course was entirely plain . He was going to the crater again .