Presently he stooped and picked up his blankets.

He spread the rubber one upon the ground and placed the woolen one about the youth's shoulders.
"There now," he said, "lie down an' git some sleep." The youth, with his manner of doglike obedience, got carefully down like a crone stooping.

He stretched out with a murmur of relief and comfort.

The ground felt like the softest couch.
But of a sudden he ejaculated: "Hol' on a minnit! Where you goin' t' sleep ?" His friend waved his hand impatiently.

"Right down there by yeh." "Well, but hol' on a minnit," continued the youth.