Noon
It might be Berlyng , for the uniform was that of a captain , but I could not see his face . Noon , however , seemed to recognize him . I showed Swearney where to lay his man , close to me alongside Noon , who at that moment required all my attention , for he had fainted . In a moment Noon recovered , despite the heat , which was tremendous . He lay quite still looking up at the patches of blue sky between the dark motionless tops of the pine trees . His face was livid under the sunburn , and as I wiped the perspiration from his forehead he closed his eyes with the abandon of a child . Some men , I have found , die like children going to sleep .