He had planned not to awaken old Donald at midnight, but MacDonald roused himself, and came to take his place a little before twelve.

From that hour until four Aldous slept like the dead.

He was tremendously refreshed when he arose, to find that the candle was alight in Joanne's tepee, and that MacDonald had built a fire.

He waited for Joanne, and went with her to the tiny creek near the camp, where both bathed their faces in the snow-cold water from the mountain tops.

Joanne had slept soundly for eight hours, and she was as fresh and as happy as a bird.