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He must lie where he is . Divine services at 5:30 P.M. . Last spoonful of glycerine and hot water . '' * * * * * The next day was Monday , and at some indeterminate hour of the twenty-four , though whether it was night or noon he could not say , Ferriss woke in his sleeping-bag and raised himself on an elbow , and for a moment sat stupidly watching Bennett writing in his journal . Noticing that he was awake , Bennett looked up from the page and spoke in a voice thick and muffled because of the swelling of his tongue . `` How long has this wind been blowing , Ferriss ? '' `` Since a week ago to-day , '' answered the other .