“White boys go sleep, Injun and Sicum keep watch.”
“Not so you’d notice it,” Bob insisted. “I know you haven’t got over that beating and you need the rest.”
Kernertok insisted that he was all right, but Bob wouldn’t listen to him. However, it was only after he told the Indian that he wouldn’t go to sleep anyhow and that if he sat up he would do the same that the old man finally yielded the point. Both Rex and Jack tried to get him to let them watch, but he was firm, and as usually the case, made them give in to him.
“Now stop your fussing and get to sleep like good children,” he said.
“But you’ve got to promise to call me at one o’clock,” Jack persisted.
“And me too,” Rex broke in.
“All right, I’ll promise.”
“I could eat a bit more supper if I had it,” Jack said, as he stretched out on the ground.
“That’s all right,” Rex added. “But how about breakfast?”
“Sufficient unto the day is the food thereof,” Bob grinned.