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I lay against a corner of the stockade seat, listening to the wind whispering and to the ceaseless drip drip of the trees. The night, otherwise, was very still, and the sea quiet as a lake. I LAY AGAINST A CORNER OF THAT STOCKADE SEAT LISTENING TO THE WIND WHISPERING INTO THE CEASELESS DRIP DRIP OF THE TREES THE NIGHT OTHERWISE WAS VERY STILL AND THE SEA QUIET AS A LAKE
 start and look over our shoulders. Pauses were rare in our talk, and the fire was never for one instant allowed to get low. The wind and rain had ceased, but the dripping of the branches still kept up an excellent imitation of a downpour. In particular, Maloney was vigilant and alert, telling us a series of tales in which the wholesome humorous element was especially strong. He lingered, too, behind with me after Sangree had gone to bed, and while I mixed myself a glass of hot Swedish punch, he did a thing I had never known him do before—he mixed one for himself, and then asked me to light him over to his tent. We said nothing on the way, but I felt that he was glad of my companionship. I returned alone to the stockade, and for a long time after that kept the fire blazing, and sat up smoking and thinking. I hardly knew why; but sleep was far from me for one thing, and for another, an idea was taking form in my mind that required the comfort of tobacco and a bright fire for its growth. WAS SUFFICIENT TO MAKE US START AND LOOK OVER OUR SHOULDERS PAUSES WERE RARE IN OUR TALK AND THE FIRE WAS NEVER FOR ONE INSTANT ALLOWED TO GET LOW THE WIND AND RAIN HAD CEASED BUT THE DRIPPING OF THE BRANCHES STILL KEPT UP AN EXCELLENT IMITATION OF A DOWNPOUR IN PARTICULAR MALONEY WAS VIGILANT AND ALERT TELLING US A SERIES OF TALES IN WHICH THE WHOLESOME HUMOROUS ELEMENT WAS ESPECIALLY STRONG HE LINGERED TOO BEHIND WITH ME AFTER SANGREE HAD GONE TO BED AND WHILE I MIXED MYSELF A GLASS OF HOT SWEDISH PUNCH HE DID A THING I HAD NEVER KNOWN HIM TO DO BEFORE HE MIXED ONE FOR HIMSELF AND THEN ASKED ME TO LIGHT HIM OVER TO HIS TENT WE SAID NOTHING ON THE WAY BUT I FELT HE WAS GLAD OF MY COMPANIONSHIP I RETURNED ALONE TO THE STOCKADE AND FOR A LONG TIME AFTER THAT KEPT THE FIRE BLAZING AND SAT UP SMOKING AND THINKING I HARDLY KNEW WHY BUT SLEEP WAS FAR FROM ME FOR ONE THING AND FOR ANOTHER AN IDEA WAS TAKING FORM IN MY MIND THAT REQUIRED THE COMFORT OF TOBACCO AND A BRIGHT FIRE FOR ITS GROWTH
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