"What about the Indians?" asked Tad impatiently. "I guess you dreamed you saw them."
"No, I didn't. I went to sleep by the rock and when I woke up it was daylight. I yawned."
"Of course you did," jeered Ned. "Wouldn't have been you if you hadn't yawned."
"I was rubbing my eyes and trying to make up my mind where I was when—when——"
"When what?" urged Tad.
"When somebody said, 'How?'"
The sheepmen laughed.
"I—I looked around, and there—there stood a lot of Indians——"
"On their heads!" asked Ned.
"No, sitting on their ponies. Then—then I—"