“Why, of course it is. Don’t you remember lying down?”
“Of course I do. But what time is it?”
“Oh, I don’t know about the time, but it’s getting on for mid-day.”
“Ned! I say, why didn’t you wake me up before?”
“To be kicked at and threatened and called names?”
“Oh dear, how stiff I am! But really, Ned—no gammon—have I slept like that?”
“Of course you have. Don’t you remember?”
“Yes, I think so. Yes, of course. But what about the Indians?”
“Oh, they’re hanging about. Some are at the mouth of the gulch, and some are on the cliffs at the top of the valley, but they don’t come near.”
“Haven’t got the horses and mules, have they?”