Then we must be up and away again." "But anxiety won't let me sleep," said West.

"I'll sit down and watch till you wake, and then I'll have a short sleep while you take my place." "Very well," said Ingleborough, smiling.
"What are you laughing at ?" said West, frowning.
"I was only thinking that you had a very hard day yesterday and that you have had an arduous time riding through the night." "Yes, of course." "Well, nature is nature! Try and keep awake if you can! I'm going to lie flat on my back and sleep.

You'll follow my example in less than an hour." "I--will--not!" said West emphatically.
But he did, as he sat back resting his shoulders against the rock and gazing out from the mouth of the cave where they had made themselves comfortable at the beautiful sunlit veldt, till it all grew dark as if a veil had been drawn over his eyes.
It was only the lids which had closed, and then, perfectly unconscious, he sank over sidewise till he lay prone on the soft sand, sleeping heavily, till a hand was laid upon his shoulder and he started into wakefulness, to see that the sun had set, that the shadows were gathering over the veldt, and then that Ingleborough was smiling in his face.
"Rested, old man ?" he said.

"That's right.

The nags have had a splendid feed, and they are ready for their night's work.