Themomenttherainbroke，itbeatthevaporsdown。
Inthegulfbeforethemthewaterfellinspouts，anddashedfromthehighcliffsoverhead。Ittoreaspensandchokecherrybushesoutofthegroundandlefttheyuccashangingbytheirtoughroots。Onlythelittlecedarsstoodblackandunmovedinthetorrentsthatfellfromsofarabove。Therockchamberwasfulloffinesprayfromthestreamsofwaterthatshotoverthedoorway。Theacrepttothebackwallandrolledherselfinablanket，andFredthrewtheheavierblanketsoverher。ThewooloftheNavajosheepwassoonkindledbythewarmthofherbody，andwasimpenetrabletodampness。Herhair，whereithungbelowtherubberhat，gatheredthemois—
turelikeasponge。Fredputontheslicker，tiedthesweaterabouthisneck，andsettledhimselfcross—leggedbesideher。Thechamberwassodarkthat，althoughhecouldseetheoutlineofherheadandshoulders，hecouldnotseeherface。Hestruckawaxmatchtolighthispipe。Ashesheltereditbetweenhishands，itsizzledandsputtered，throwingayellowflickeroverTheaandherblankets。
\"Youlooklikeagypsy，\"hesaidashedroppedthematch。\"Anyoneyou’dratherbeshutupwiththanme？
No？Sureaboutthat？\"