"Say, boss," complained Alf, "I haven't any place to sleep."
"What?" Reade demanded in pretended surprise, "with nearly all the ground in Nevada at your disposal?"
"But that isn't a bed," contended Alf.
"Right you are there, lad" agreed Tom.
"Now, see here, boss, only one of you two is going to sleep at a time tonight. I'm tired—-I ache. Why can't I sleep on the other cot in this tent?"
"Come here," ordered Tom.
Alf wonderingly advanced.
Whiff! whiff! moved the young engineer's nostrils.
"Just as I thought," sighed Reade. "You've been smoking cigarettes without any let-up ever since supper."
"Well, I have ter," argued Drew.