"Indians use 'em to tame bad bronchos," the guide informed them.
"Just so."
"But, when will they wake up?" questioned Tad.
"Mebby sun-up to-morrow," answered Juan, glancing up at the sky.
"What, sleep twenty-four hours?" demanded Ned.
"Si."
"Preposterous."
"Then, then, we've got to remain here all the rest of the afternoon and night—is that it?" demanded Tad.
"It looks that way."
"And you knew about this stuff, Juan?" questioned Tad.