If six of us can't take care of one stray tramp, not much larger than any of us, then we're too tender, and ought to be sleeping in little white cribs at home." "Oh, stop that talk!" urged Dave.
"I mean what I said," Dick retorted.

"We're big enough, and numerous enough, to guard our own camp." "Of course we are; but we'll have to give up some sleep to accomplish that," Dave contended.
"Whoever loses sleep in the night time can make it up in the day time.

And now, Darry, get to bed!" "But we've got to remain on watch." "You'll feel bad, in the morning, if deprived of your sleep.
I'll stay up for a while yet, and then call Tom Reade." "So I'm no good for guard duty, eh ?" snorted Darry.
"Not a bit," said Dick cheerfully.

"You're as sleepy and as cross as can be, right at this minute.

Go and tuck in, Davy." Darrin snorted again, then glared at Dick's placid face.