His sense of comfort increased, and the regular, even, musical thresh of the rain promoted sleep.
"We won't be waked up tonight by people crossin' the river, that's shore," said Jarvis, "'cause thar ain't no crossin' fur miles, an' if there was a crossin' people wouldn't use that crossin' nohow on a night like this.

So, boys, jest wrap your blankets about yourselves an' go to sleep, an' if you don't hurry I'll beat you to that happy land." The three were off to the realms of slumber within ten minutes, running a race about equal.

The rain poured all through the night, but they did not awake until the young sun sent the first beams of day into the gorge.

Then Jarvis sat up.

He had the faculty of awakening all at once, and he began to furl the canvas awning that had served them so well.
The noise awoke the boys who also sat up.
"Get to work, you sleepy heads!" called Jarvis cheerfully.