If it rains I'll wake and pull up the tarp.

Good night, Carley." And almost immediately she seemed to fall asleep.
For Carley, however, sleep did not soon come.

She had too many aches; the aftermath of her shock of fright abided with her; and the blackness of night, the cold whip of wind over her face, and the unprotected helplessness she felt in this novel bed, were too entirely new and disturbing to be overcome at once.

So she lay wide eyed, staring at the dense gray shadow, at the flickering lights upon the cedar.

At length her mind formed a conclusion that this sort of thing might be worth the hardship once in a lifetime, anyway.