Gradually the din of voices in the camp died away, and the bright fires burned down.
"I think we had better turn in," Captain Davenant said at last.

"We must be astir an hour before daylight, for we march as soon as it's light." Rolling themselves in their long cloaks, they lay down upon the straw.

It was some time before Walter got to sleep.

The novelty of the situation, and the strangeness of lying with the night air blowing in his face, made him unusually wakeful.

Occasionally, too, a laugh, from some party who were sitting late round their fire, attracted his attention, and the sound of the snorting and pawing of the horses also kept him awake; but at last he, too, went off to sleep.
In spite of his warm cloak, he felt stiff and chilled when the sound of the trumpets and drums roused the camp.
"Well, Walter, how do you like sleeping in the open ?" his father said, as he rose to his feet and shook himself.
"I don't mind the sleeping, father, but the waking is not so pleasant.
However, I shall soon get accustomed to it, I suppose.