There is no sense in both of us losing our rest at the same time.

Yet, if either fellow needs the other, he'll have him right under his hand." "All right," nodded Dave.

"Anything, as long as I'm not accused of being a sleepy head." "A sleepy head ?" Prescott repeated.

"Why, when I called to you fellows for help you were the only one who responded.

No; I wouldn't call you an incurable sleepy head, Darry." Now wholly restored to good humor Dave went back into the tent, lifting his cot and bringing it out to within a few feet of the campfire.
"You take the first nap, Dick," begged Dave.
"No; you take it." "But I'm not sleepy; honestly I'm not." So Prescott lay down on the cot, closing his eyes.
The sunlight, streaming into his face, awakened him.
"Why---why---where's Darry ?" thought Dick, sitting up straight.
The sound of deep breathing answered him.