In spite of herself, she slept fitfully. Now and then she would wake
with a start to a half-frightened realization of her surroundings and
plight, and whenever she did wake and look past the fire it was to see
Roaring Bill Wagstaff stretched out in the red glow, his brown head
pillowed on one folded arm. Once she saw him reach to the wood without
moving his body and lay a stick on the fire.
Then all at once she wakened out of sound slumber with a violent start.
Roaring Bill was shaking the tarpaulin over her and laughing.
"Arise, Miss Sleeping Beauty!" he said boyishly. "Breakfast's ready."
He went back to the fire. Hazel sat up, patting her tousled hair into
some semblance of order. Off in the east a reddish streak spread
skyward into somber gray. In the west, black night gave ground slowly.
"Well, it's another day," she whispered, as she had whispered to
herself once before. "I wonder if there will ever be any more like it?"
CHAPTER VIII
IN DEEP WATER
The dawn thrust aside night's somber curtains while they ate, revealing
a sky overcast with slaty clouds. What with her wanderings of the
night before and the journey through the dark with Roaring Bill, she
had absolutely no idea of either direction or locality.
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