I'd give five fingers for a
fire and some salt. Just a nickel's worth of salt. Now, you lie
down and sleep while I cut these things up, and then I'll take a
turn at it myself?"
He brought me one of the hides for a pillow, and I lay back as
gently as possible that I might not awaken Desiree. Her head and
shoulders rested against my body as she lay peacefully sleeping.
I was awakened by Harry's hand tugging at my arm. Rising on my
elbows, I demanded to know how long I had slept.
"Six or seven hours," said Harry. "I waited as long as I could.
Keep a lookout."
Desiree stirred uneasily, but seemed to be still asleep. I sat
up, rubbing my eyes. The heap of bodies had disappeared; no
wonder Harry was tired! I reproached myself for having slept so
long.
Harry had arranged himself a bed that was really comfortable with
the skins of his kill.
"That is great stuff," I heard him murmur wearily; then all was
still.
I sat motionless, stiff and numb, but afraid to move for fear of
disturbing Desiree.
Presently she stirred again, and, bending over her, I saw her
eyes slowly open. They met my own with a curious, steadfast
gaze--she was still half asleep.
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