46/46 I'm lying upon the most magnificent bed in the United States, and it's composed wholly of shucks." "It's no finer than mine, Mr.Mason." "That's so. Yours is just like mine, and, of course, it's an exception. All trails will be destroyed by the storm and nobody will think of looking here for us to-night." Both soon slept soundly, and all through the night the rain beat upon the roof.. |