Besides, it gets cold here along toward morning, even in the summer time.

Blankets is best, along toward morning." She stood hesitant as she heard his feet turning away.
"I'm going away fer a hour or so," said he.

"I got to take care of my horse and things.

Now, you feel around with your stick, sort of.

I reckon I better go over before long and make up my own bed--my tent is beyond the willers yonder." She could not know that Sim Gage's bed that night would be composed of nothing better than a pile of willow boughs.