"It will surely seem like doubling---or trebling---our forces, to have Dick Prescott working hand in hand with us." "Then that's settled," cried Dick, with an air of satisfaction.
"You haven't had any sleep lately, have you, Dick ?" inquired Tom, after they had chatted a little longer.
"No; I haven't." "Then you must turn in and get a few hours," proposed Reade.

"I must have a little myself, as I shall have to be up and go into court during the coming forenoon." "I'm wide awake now," said Harry.

"So I'll sit right here on the porch and dream of Dick and Greg, and good old Dave Darrin and Danny Dalzell, and the good times we had in old Gridley.

What time do you want to be up, Tom ?" "Not later than eight," Reade answered.
"Trust me," said Harry promptly.

Harry went to his own bedroom, pulled his bed apart, remade it with fresh linen, and with a final grip of Dick's hand, he left the army officer to turn in there.
At eight o'clock Hazelton called both Tom and Dick.