Noon
Some men , I have found , die like children going to sleep . He slowly recovered , and I gave him a few drops of brandy . I thought he was dying , and decided to let Berlyng wait . I did not even glance at him as he lay , covered with dust and blackened by the smoke of his beloved nine-pounders , a little to the left of Noon , and behind me as I knelt at the latter 's side . After a while his eyes grew brighter , and he began to look about him . He turned his head , painfully , for the muscles of his neck were injured , and caught sight of the gunner 's uniform . `` Is that Berlyng ? ''