The little tent was very hot. Soon, too, Jeff and Micky would be hurrying in to dress, when they needed all the scant room there was. He decided to find a cooler spot; ten minutes' nap under a bush would make him feel quite different. He went out and looked about him.
Just behind the tent was a clump of low bush, with grass growing thickly in a hollow. It called to him. He cuddled down into its softness, his cheek on his arm, and in a moment was asleep.