“That’s right,” admitted Tip, as he watched closely to see how the others fixed their blankets, so that he could imitate them.
“One good thing,” remarked Billy, after another tremendous yawn, “this isn’t like being up in the wild woods where a bear or a panther might take a notion to drop in on us.”
Hugh knew that Billy was saying this to get an opinion from some of the others. Perhaps he was feeling a trifle uneasy over sleeping there in the open.
“I don’t think there’s any danger of our camp being invaded by an animal more dangerous than a wandering cow that might have got lost in all the excitement,” Hugh assured him.
Billy seemed to be satisfied with that convincing statement, for presently he crawled under his blanket.
“Good-night, fellows!” he said in a thick voice as if already half asleep.
Tip looked as though he really envied Billy his indifference. Just as he had said it would very likely prove a difficult task for the new camper to lose himself in slumber.
Hugh waited until all the others had apparently settled down. There was the fire to look after, for with so much dampness in the air he did not think it advisable to let it go out entirely.
That was where his long experience in camping would prove valuable, for Hugh knew just how to arrange the fire so that it would burn for hours at a stretch without needing replenishing.
Finally he, too, crawled under his coverings and settled down as best he could to get some sleep, of which they were all in such need.