Dick laughed.
“Listen, Sandy, do you know what this lump of uselessness purposes to do?”
“No.”
“Stay up all night so he’ll be sure to wake us before dawn.”
“But what’s the big idea?”
“He doesn’t think we’re safe here, so close to the Indian encampment. He thinks Scar-Face’ll send out a scouting party at daybreak.”
“I never thought of that. Of course, he will,” Sandy had become genuinely alarmed.
“So Toma is going to watch while we two lazybones sleep,” Dick concluded.
“Like fun he is.”
“I’ve come to the conclusion,” Dick commented dryly, “that Toma is taking too much responsibility upon himself. He’s not satisfied with doing most of the work; he must do most of the thinking too.”