Then, when the skies grew too dark and somber for a faint smoke to show against its background, they kindled it up again, and once more enjoyed warm food.
"Ef I jest had a little coffee, an' somethin' to b'il it in, I'd be pow'ful happy," said Jim Hart.

"I'd jest enjoy b'ilin' a gallon or two apiece fur you fellers an' me." "Wa'al, ez you ain't got any coffee an' you ain't got anythin' to b'il it in, I reckon we'll hev to be jest ez happy without it," said Shif'less Sol.
The night after this conversation Paul was awakened by a patter upon their skin and thatch roof.

It must have been two or three o'clock in the morning, and he had been sleeping very comfortably.

He lay on furs, and the soft side of a buffalo robe was wrapped close about him.

He could not remember any time in his life when he felt snugger, and he wanted to go back to sleep, but that patter upon the roof was insistent.