"Asleep, all right, but not a beauty," Dick laughed, as he sprang to his feet. "It was stupid of me to go to sleep."
"Why didn't ye come to my shack, pard?" Tom asked, as he placed his pail upon the ground.
"I didn't know which was yours, Tom, and I did not care to disturb the camp hunting around."
"H'm! What on earth brought ye out here at sich an unearthly hour? Tell me that."
"Business, Tom."
"Must be mighty special business."
"That's for you to judge."
"Nothin' wrong down yon among the men, I hope?"
"Nothing special. They were asleep when I left, or most of them, at any rate."
"It isn't the lassie, is it?" and Tom looked keenly into the young man's face.