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 He was far removed from the sounds of the footsteps of the returning horseman and the incidents of which Lida was aware, and though tired he fought off the sleep that almost overwhelmed him until daylight appeared. With the first stream of light that came under the door he relaxed and closed his eyes. His next conscious moment was hours later when there was a slight tapping at the door and a whispered—"Truman,—Truman. Wake up, Dear. They've gone to hunt you. Now's the time.—Put these things on over yours, and put this paste over your face. When you've finished I'll come in."