Soon all had retired, and the camp was quiet for the night.
Dan Baxter was the first to stir in the morning.

His cuts smarted so he could not sleep, and he walked out to bathe them and put on some salve Nellie had generously turned over to him.

He found Jack Lesher stirring.
"Hullo!" grumbled the mate, sitting up and yawning.

"Where am I ?" "Don't you know we struck camp ?" answered Baxter.
"Oh, yes, I remember now.

Got some good liquor, too.