Buffalo range about here somewhere, and we may see 'em before we get through." "I wouldn't mind having a shot at a fine buffalo," said Ned.

But he was not very eager about it.

He was thinking more then of sleep.

Obed, while thinking of sleep also, was thinking of other things, too, and he was somewhat troubled in his mind.

But he bore himself as a man of cheerful countenance.
"Now, Ned," he said, "you and I cannot go forever without sleep.