One of the drivers, a Swede, produced an accordion; a group on the steps of the bunk-house listened, with alternate gravity and shouts of laughter, to the acknowledged story-teller of the gang.

But soon the men began to turn in, stretching themselves at full length on the horse blankets in the racklike bunks.

The sounds of heavy breathing increased steadily, lights were put out, and before the afterglow had faded from the sky, the gang was asleep.
Vanamee, however, remained awake.

The night was fine, warm; the sky silver-grey with starlight.

By and by there would be a moon.