A chilling breeze crept across a field, heralding the dawn and bringing shivers to the boys.

Soon after that they came across the first sign of life, a farm with a creaking windmill busily at work, and a light showing wanly in an upper window of the house.
"Some poor fellow is getting out of a nice, warm bed," soliloquised Amy.
"How I pity him! Can't you see him shaking his fist at the alarm-clock and shivering as he gets into his panties ?" "He's lucky to have a nice, warm bed," responded Clint.

"If I had one it would take more than an alarm-clock to get me out of it!" "Me too! Say, what do you think about sneaking over there to the stable and hitting the hay for a couple of hours?
Maybe the chap might give us some coffee, too." "More likely he'd set the dog on us at this time of morning," answered Clint.

And, to lend weight to his objection, a challenging bark came across the field.
"Right-o," agreed Amy.

"I didn't want any coffee, anyway.