The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 4 Page 29

she said in a low voice. “Best employ your leisure in the sleep you need.”

“I can not sleep.”

“Nor I — if you remain here awake beside me.”

She raised herself on her elbow, peering through the darkness toward the stream.

“The Siwanois has been standing yonder by the stream watching us this full hour past. Let him mount sentry if he wishes.”

“You have a tree-cat’s eyes,” I said. “I see nothing.”

Then I rose and unbuckled my belt. Hatchet and knife dangled from it. I stooped and laid it beside her. Then, stepping backward a pace or two, I unlaced my hunting shirt of