He waited awhile, then turned, stretched, yawned, and finally rose up.

He drew out his watch, the hand pointed to two.
He wound it up, and drawing his cap closer about his ears, for the night was cold, approached his companion and stirred him with his foot.

No sound or movement indicated consciousness; he stooped and shook him.
"Antoine, Antoine, get up my friend: you don't intend to spend the night here, do you ?" Ameda sat upright, and rubbed his eyes with well-feigned sleepiness: "Well, Senor Americano, what is it--Indians smelling about ?" Dr.Bryant could not repress a smile at the drowsy tone of the ranchero, who scarce five moments before had crept from his side.
"Upon my word, you seem a match for the seven sleepers of old.

Why, man, if Indians had stumbled on you by chance, they had slung your scalp on yonder bough.

In times like these men should slumber lightly." "Very true, Senor; yet mine eyes are heavy, for two moons have seen me riding on.