"We're mushin' out at six, and four hours' sleep is none so long." "Mebbe we ought to lay over a day and let him rest up," Finn suggested.
Daylight's pride was touched.
"No you don't," he cried.

"We all start at six.

What time do you-all want to be called?
Five?
All right, I'll rouse you-all out." "You oughter have some sleep," Elijah counselled gravely.

"You can't go on forever." Daylight was tired, profoundly tired.

Even his iron body acknowledged weariness.