"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?"