Lee saw that Dave was warm and well-wrapped.

The men, worn out by prolonged exertions, made themselves beds on the floor or stretched themselves out on their seats, drew their coverings closer, closed their eyes, slept.
The contractor and the engineer, together before the fire, continued to talk in low tones.
"Haven't told you yet," said Pat, presently, "but we picked up that Mexican this evening who was trying to start a drunk Christmas Eve.

It was while you were at Sarita Creek.

Saurez told me he had sneaked into camp and meant mischief.

Some of us caught him behind the commissary tent with a can of oil, just ready to fire the camp." "A fine night for us all to have been left without shelter," Lee remarked.