Bob awoke promptly at twelve o’clock, having set his mental alarm clock, as Jack called it, for that time.
“Hope Jack had sense enough to come in,” he thought as he heard the rain. “Good boy,” he added as he heard his deep breathing.
The rain was still falling when they awoke the next morning and there was no indication that it would clear soon.
“Cheerful, isn’t it?” Bob grinned.
“Oh, well, it might be worse,” Jack replied struggling to pull on a soggy shoe. “Think we dare risk a bit of a fire for breakfast?”
“Hardly, and I doubt if we could find anything dry enough even if we did dare.”
“All right. You’re the doctor, but some hot coffee sure would hit the right spot about now.” Breakfast was, as Jack put it, a rank failure so far as any enjoyment of the meal was concerned.
The rain had settled into a slight drizzle, just enough to keep them damp without being actually wet. “I’m going to take a squint at the cabin,” Jack announced as soon as he had finished eating.
“Bet it’s gone,” Bob ventured.
“I’d want too big odds to take that bet.”