At that instant the watch was changed, and in a moment I found myself in my bunk.

I found the captain asleep in his bunk, and did not disturb him.

Nothin' like a little walk to get you fit and right for your bunk.

He was lying propped up in his bunk.

You can have the Boy's bunk.

When he had bundled himself out over the side of the bunk, he saw the Colonel seemingly dozing by the fire.

He's got a flask in his bunk, swillin' and gruntin'; he's just in hog-heaven.'

" "And what's this bunk about Americans being welcome anywhere?

There weren't no special inducement to stay home nights, when your residence was a bunk on the wall of a shanty and the fellers over you and under you and across the room weren't even acquaintances.

" Until dawn Follett sat by the bunk, submitting his arm to the other's frenzied grip.

Miss Prudence, your pa and me had some talk last night, and I'm going to bunk in with you all for awhile, till I get some business fixed up.

This took out of me whatever starch was left, and I shuffled below and got to my bunk, where I tumbled in and covered myself up, head and all.

It was daylight when I awoke, and jumping out of my bunk I dashed on deck.

"Didn't friends and family-members skeddaddle and bunk when they saw rat after I told them all that!

The table was filled with empty cans and tin plates and cracked, oven-stained bowls and iron-handled knives and forks, and the bunk in the corner was a tumble of gray blankets and unpleasant, red-flowered comfortscorner-wads, Charming Billy was used to calling themand for pillows there were two square, calico-covered cushions, depressingly ugly in pattern and not over-clean.

This last was inspired by a wriggling movement under the bunk.

When he returned with two chickens and found that the floor had been swept so thoroughly as to look strange to him, and that all his scattered belongings were laid in a neat pile upon the foot of the bunk which was unfamiliar under straightened blankets and pitifully plumped pillows, he was filled with astonishment.

But the bunk house was their own, as within it they slept at night in the wooden "bunks", which were nailed one adjoining the other, all around the boarded walls, while in the center a small stove in which a roaring fire was kept up, made things comfortable for the inmates when they returned in the evenings after their day's work was done, and all day every Sundaytheir day of rest.

Every spare minute until Christmas Eve there was a mysterious activity within the crowded space of the small bunk house.

About daybreak a loud pounding upon the door of our bunk house aroused us from our slumbers, and while we rubbed the drowsiness out of our eyes we heard Foreman McDonald calling to us to make haste, as a wrecking train was waiting to take us up the line to clear away a bad wreck.

Although I tried with might and main to resist its call, gradually the bunk house became a dungeon, the endless prairie a prison, and the Dakotas themselves became entirely too small to hold me, and when the pay car stopped to hand me my month's wages, I could no longer withstand the temptation to follow the "Call of the Road" and be up and gone.

The same foreman, who had taken Foreman McDonald's place was still in charge of the section reservation, and he good naturedly ordered the crew to take proper care of me at the bunk house, where quickly a hot supper, which the laborers cooked and served themselves, was made ready, a welcome meal for a man who had not tasted a mouthful since the early morning.

Just as we made ready to retire someone knocked on the bunk house door, and thinking that perhaps some wandering tramp had the nerve to bother us at this late hour in the night, we roughly ordered the intruder to be gone.

Then we went back to the bunk house to await the arrival of the train and assist in loading aboard the bagggage that Mrs. McDonald was to take with her into Canada.

Their scheming and plotting had finally reached the point where it needed only the least provocation to cause them to skip, and this chance came to them one evening while the section crew was in their bunk house, and their mother and Donald, whom they had not taken into their confidence, were busy in the kitchen, when a long, eastbound freight train pulled in upon the siding to let the westbound passenger train pass it.