"Um-m, yes," hammock shaking to violent stretchings of its human burden. "Gosh, seems like just a minute since I crawled in. Didn't night pass in a hurry?" Hal stuck a tousled blond head out of his sleeping bag and gazed reproachfully down at Maben, who was already up and, in spite of the crisp autumn chill, was taking a shower bath by the simple expedient of standing in the shallow creek and flinging water all over himself.