Several times, now he, now David, went out into the night to stand and listen in the storm, but all they heard was the wail of wind in the tree tops.
At last, with heavy hearts, they went to bed, upon Doctor Joe's advice.

Andy asked that he might pass the night in the tent with Doctor Joe and David, and so it was arranged.

Neither Andy nor David, more worried than they had ever been in all their lives before, felt in the least like sleep.

Doctor Joe did not lie down with them.

For a long while the two lads lay awake and watched him crouching before the stove smoking his pipe, his face grave and thoughtful.