"Then," said Monte, "if you will spare us a few blankets, madame and I will sleep there."
"Upon the ground?"
"Upon the blankets," smiled Monte.
"Ah, monsieur is from America!" exclaimed Soucin, as if that explained everything.
"Truly."
"And it is so the Indians sleep, I have read."
"You have read well. But we must have supper before the officers arrive. You can spare some bread and cheese?"
"I will do that."
"Then make it ready at once. And some coffee?"
"Yes, monsieur."