"If you'll allow me to say so, friends," put in Jim Ferrers, "I believe you two are the original pair with long heads and I'm going to stick to you as long as you'll let me."
"Me, too," piped up Alf Drew ungrammatically.
The young cigarette fiend was at that instant engaged in rolling one of his paper abominations.
Click-ick-ick-ick!
"Rattlers again!" shivered Alf.
Paper and tobacco fell from his fingers and he fled in terror.
CHAPTER VI
TOM CATCHES THE "NEVADA FEVER"
Two nights passed without adventure. On each of these nights the three campers—-for Alf didn't "count" divided the hours of darkness into three watches, each standing guard in his turn. On the third morning after the departure of the Bright Hope group the campers were seated at breakfast around the packing case that served as table.
"I feel as though we ought to be at work," suggested Hazelton.