up my mind for a night of it round this fire."

By dint of careful watching he kept his fire from going entirely out,
and managed to keep himself dry by picking out the spots where the
leaks were fewest in which to stand.

But it was a dreary, lonesome time. The wind whistled dolefully
through the pines, and the rain splashed unmercifully upon the bark and
boughs of the shack.

After each flash of lightning, sharp peals of thunder added their harsh
echoes, until Ralph's ears ached, used as he was to mountain storms.
The rain began to slacken in an hour, while the wind gradually dwindled
to a light breeze.

Still there was no chance to lie down, and the boy was growing sleepy.

He had drooped his head between his knees as he sat on a pine block,
and was dropping into a doze when he heard something stirring at the
back of the shanty. He looked around in a drowsy way, but seeing
nothing, he again fell into an uneasy slumber.

How long his nap lasted he did not know, but all at once he nodded
violently and awoke. The fire was low. Then a muffled rattling noise
at his feet sent the blood in a furious leap to his pulses.

He threw on a rich knot, and as it blazed up his eye fell on an object
that caused him to spring up as if he had been stung.

"Great Caesar!" he exclaimed, and as the rattle sounded once more, he