She arose, cramped and unrefreshed, and hastened toward the welcome blaze.
“Good morning. Any gasoline yet?”
“No; not an automobile passed during the night.”
“How do you know? Didn’t you sleep?”
“No.”
“Guarding your car and me? No!” she added quickly. “That wasn’t the reason. I had all the robes and your coat. You had to stay awake to keep warm.”
He smiled slightly and spoke in the hushed voice that seems in keeping with the dawn.
“I’ve been used to night watches—tending sheep and cattle on the plains. What’s the difference whether it’s night or day so long as you sleep somewhere in the twenty-four hour zone?”
“I never was up ahead of the sun before,” she said with a little shiver, as she came close to the fire.
“I am heating over the coffee that was left. That will make you feel better.”