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Hector woke with the sun in his eyes--an early sun, all brightness and no warmth. A dirty quilt had been thrown over Pete and himself as they lay beside the ashes of the fire. The ashes were cold now, and the quilt had a thick beard of dew. Hector was stiff and chilled. He stretched his legs, which he had been hugging all night for warmth, and lifted his head. There was no sign of the tinker and Sando. Actually they had slept under the cart, where the tinker's snoring had had no effect on the calm slumbers of Auntie Robbo above, but had wakened Mary in a sweat of fear. She had listened and quaked and prickled with horror, imagining it was some wild country beast come to get them, a bull or a stag or a bogle.
The tinker had roused Sando an hour before Hector woke, and had taken him off to collect wood and have a lesson in setting snares.