He lifted the canvas again after a while and saw that the fires had sunk lower than ever.

The two men were still sitting on the logs and leaning lazily against upthrust boughs.

The wilderness around them was very black, and twenty yards away, even the outlines of the trees were lost in the darkness.
Henry's sister who was sleeping at the other end of the wagon awoke and cried for water.

Mr.Ware raised himself sleepily, but Henry at once sprang up and offered to get it.

"All right," Mr.Ware said.
Henry quickly slipped on his trousers and taking the tin cup in his hand climbed out of the wagon.