"All we've got to do is to keep our eyes open," said Dick, with a most reassuring manner. "If I could have plenty to eat and drink, with the privilege of sleeping a little now and then, I wouldn't want any better fun than to stay up here for a few months and crack their heads as they come up."
"Shall I do the watching to-night?"
"Not much," grinned Dick. "Tom takes the first half, me the last, and that's as good a way as we can fix it."
"And what shall I do to help?"
"Go to sleep as soon as it is dark, and don't wake up for three or four days—and even then you must not be dry or hungry."
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE SENTINEL.
Ned then understood why the two scouts had taken pains to fill their canteens at the brook during the day, and why, also, they so religiously preserved the little lunch still remaining in their possession. It was to guard against just such a contingency.
As the sun approached the horizon, the lad seated himself upon a rocky protuberance and looked off over the surrounding country. To the west, the blue, misty outlines of a moderately high range of mountains shut off all further view.