There will be no need for any shelter but this tree overhead.

Everything looks clean and dry sky-ward--there's no better camping ground than this for a couple on the plains.

The water is good, feed plenty, and we don't require much fire this time of year." Pond, tired and sleepy, was only too glad to take the Texan's advice, so he spread his blanket, lay down, and soon was in the land of dreams.
Meantime the Texan, with a small field-glass in his hand, mounted the tree, and from a perch on its uppermost limbs, scanned the prairie in all directions, but most often in the direction from which they had come.
Nothing was in sight but wild game, scattered here and there, and he soon came down and prepared to take a rest on his own account.
"They'll not pass till afternoon," he muttered, "and I may as well rest a few hours while I can in peace and safety." He took a long and curious look at the form of his sleeping traveling companion, and a strange smile flitted over his face, as he muttered: "A mystery, but I can solve it.".