"And into a Satan," suggested Lester.
"And into a serpent," added Warren.
"Into a snake," I chimed in.
"And put a man's head on!" ejaculated Edwin.
"And talk to women when they go swimming!" said Lester, with a laugh.
"There's no use talking to you boys. I'm going to sleep," and Brush turned over.
One by one, sleep overcame these boys. Brush made a peculiar noise as he breathed, and Lester puffed away like a steamboat.
A Whippoorwill sang in one of the cottonwood-trees near the corner of the house. Fainter and fainter grew the sound, and so the day passed into yesterday, and the morrow began to dawn.