You jes' shut up now, an' go to sleep, an' you'll be all hunkydory in the mornin'.

Your stomach's sour, that's what's botherin' you." The men slept, breathing heavily, side by side, under the one covering.
The fire died down, and the gleaming eyes drew closer the circle they had flung about the camp.

The dogs clustered together in fear, now and again snarling menacingly as a pair of eyes drew close.

Once their uproar became so loud that Bill woke up.

He got out of bed carefully, so as not to disturb the sleep of his comrade, and threw more wood on the fire.