"Here we be," he pronounced, "an' here we stay 'til the sun lightens the topmost twigs on the big pines."
"That's cute," Jeff declared admiringly. "That's really cute!"
Barr glared at him. "What is?"
"Your description. ''Til the sun lightens the topmost twigs on the big pines.' Not exactly poetry, but it has a poetic spirit. Well, if we're going to be here all night, we should do something besides glare at each other."
He slid out of the pack, laid it on the table and stretched. Then he stifled a yawn. He'd had no sleep last night and evidently he'd get none tonight, but more than once he'd had to stay awake as long, and he could do it again.
"If you be weary," Barr indicated the bunks, "you might sleep."
"Thanks," Jeff declined, "but I'm afraid I'd have bad dreams. Besides, this may be my last chance to talk with you. What'll we talk about, Barr?"
Barr broke out suddenly, "I can't plumb ya. Can't plumb ya a'tall!"
Jeff said smoothly, "It's easy. I'm not a complex person. I'll tell you my life story if you want to hear it. Won't cost you a cent."
"I swan!" Barr ejaculated. "I could like ye a lot if'n I didn't—"