"But," put in a grumbling voice from the next tree, "if you do not close your mouth and go to sleep, Bear-throat, I fear you will not live to see tomorrow's sun, and so will miss all the fun. Go to sleep!" I chuckled. It was Lora's father. "Good-night, then," I said. "I shall wake you early in the morning." "I'm sure you will. Good-night!" I rolled over beside Dy-lee and composed myself in my furs for the night. At once a vast comfortable weariness came over me. "Perhaps," I murmured, "perhaps we shall even discover some day why it is that the bones of Sunset Fields do not decay!" Dy-lee answered me with a soft grunt and then a snore. I laughed to myself with happiness, and fell asleep in the light of the full tawny moon.