"
"Oh, stop that talk!" urged Dave.
"I mean what I said," Dick retorted. "We're big enough, and numerous
enough, to guard our own camp."
"Of course we are; but we'll have to give up some sleep to accomplish
that," Dave contended.
"Whoever loses sleep in the night time can make it up in the day
time. And now, Darry, get to bed!"
"But we've got to remain on watch."
"You'll feel bad, in the morning, if deprived of your sleep.
I'll stay up for a while yet, and then call Tom Reade."
"So I'm no good for guard duty, eh?" snorted Darry.
"Not a bit," said Dick cheerfully. "You're as sleepy and as cross
as can be, right at this minute. Go and tuck in, Davy."
Darrin snorted again, then glared at Dick's placid face. Suddenly
Dave broke into a hearty chuckle, slapping his chum on the back.
"You're all right, Dick," he declared. "You know how to keep
your temper, talk smoothly, and yet hit harder than if you used
a club. No, sirree! I'm not cross, even though I may be tired.
I'm not cross, and I can thrash into subjection any fellow who
dares hint that I'm cross, or that my temper is on a rampage.
You go and turn in, Dick."
"Not yet."
"Then we'll both stay up and watch together."
"I'll tell you what," proposed Dick.
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