trouble him.
The blazing fire which they kept up served to dry their clothes.

When, about an hour later, the rain came down, as it is wont to do in
the tropics, they all crept under the tent, taking care to carry the
muskets and such things as would be damaged by the wet with them. Tom,
in spite of his fatigue, lay awake for some time. He was thankful that
they were safe on shore, and had been able to find a sheltered position
for their encampment. The wind roared and howled in the most terrific
manner among the forest trees. The very earth seemed to shake, as if it
would topple down the high rock above them; but although branches, and
sometimes large shrubs, torn up by the roots, flew over their heads,
none fell on their tent. Sometimes, for several minutes together, crash
succeeded crash, as huge trees were levelled with the ground. Then
there would come a lull, and the wind would whistle mournfully, or
rather moan, but only to recommence roaring more lustily than ever.

Tom wondered how his companions could sleep so soundly amid the uproar.
The light of the fire, which came through the side of the tent, fell on
their forms stretched out with their heads against the rock; while, in
the lulls of the tempest, he could hear them all snoring away in
concert. He was sufficiently well acquainted with the natural history
of the Pacific Islands to be aware that there were no wild beasts to
interfere with them, excepting the hogs, whose traces they had seen; and
he had every reason to believe that the island was uninhabited. He
thought it possible, however, that the rocks at the top of the cliff,
loosened by the hurricane, might come tumbling down on their heads; but
as only earth and small branches had hitherto fallen, he hoped that they
would continue in their places. At all events, even should he and his
companions move away, they were not likely to find more secure shelter.
Should refuge be sought under the trees, they might prove still more
treacherous. He kept an eye on the fire, fearing that a sudden blast
might whisk the embers into the tent; but, as the canvas was thoroughly
wet, that would take some time to burn. He got up two or three times,
and, by standing with his back against the cliff, he avoided the rain
which poured in torrents scarcely more than a foot in front of him.
Excepting where the glare of the fire was cast upon the white tent on
one side, the black rocks on the other, and the shrubs in f