"That's the talk, son. Never mind unrollin' yer bed, jes' climb into my bunk, yonder. It's five days to Eagle, an' while ye're sleepin' I'll jes' run through yer outfit an' see what ye need, an' when ye wake up it'll be all packed an' ready fer ye."
When Connie opened his eyes, daylight had vanished and Black Jack sat near the stove reading a paper-backed novel by the light of a tin reflector lamp.
"What time is it?" asked the boy, as he fastened his mukluks.
"'Bout 'leven G.M.," grinned the man.
"Why, I've slept twelve hours!" exclaimed the boy in dismay.
"When Connie opened his eyes, daylight had vanished."
"Well, ye needed it, er ye wouldn't of slep' it," remarked the man, philosophically.
"But, look at the time I've wasted. I might have been——"