noon
The minutes seemed like hours before he showed any further signs of regaining consciousness , and it was to her as the voice of God when his lips parted , and he murmured her name . His hand pressed hers tenderly , lovingly , despairingly . He had had a glimpse of death , and , as he awoke from his swoon , his first thought was of the horrors she would endure till she should follow him . His strength slowly returned , and by noon he was able to sit propped up in the door of the hut , through which the warm sunshine streamed brightly . `` How cold it has become , '' he said suddenly , with a shiver . `` Let me wrap this blanket about you , dearest . You are weak still , but a little rest will make you strong . ''