Considine turned in all standing in the big rough bunk, while Carew and Gordon stretched their blankets on the hard earth floor, made a pillow of their clothes, and lay down to sleep, after fixing mosquito nets.

Gordon slept as soon as he touched the blankets, but Carew tumbled and tossed.

The ground was deadly hard.

During the journey Frying Pan had got grass for their beds; here he had not been told to get it, and it would have looked effeminate to ask for grass when no one else seemed to want it.

The old man heard him stirring and rolling, and sat up in his bunk.