listening to the gusts--expecting with every one to hear the barn
fall over us.

Probably we fell asleep after a while; for my next recollection is
of coughing chaff, and then noticing that it had grown slightly
light. The wind appeared to have lulled. John, who was in the
middle, felt warm as a kitten. I was but half awake, and so cold
that I selfishly crept over between him and Willis. That waked
John; he began to crawl back over me into the warm spot, but bumped
his head against a sleeper of the barn floor and landed on Willis,
who waked in a bad temper.

"What you doing!" he snarled. "Getting the warm chaff all away from
my back!"

John thrust out a hand and grasped what he supposed to be Willis's
hair.

"Where is your old head, anyway!" he exclaimed. "Is that it? Your
mouth isn't with it, is it?" Willis did not reply; he was falling
asleep again.

"Say, Willis, has your mouth got strayed away from your head?" said
John.

"Is that your head?" he exclaimed a moment after, speaking to me.

"Keep still, can't you?" I growled. "You've been in the middle all
night! I want to go to sleep now."