"I'll try it myself," I said and curled up in the nest that Jim had just vacated.
"Now don't be alarmed," said Jim, "if you hear an occasional shot. You won't need to show up unless you hear two or three in succession. Santa and I will defend the fort now, so you can take things easy."
"That suits me," I replied, "don't forget to take your umbrella and be sure and don't get your feet wet."
"You needn't worry, my boy, I will take care of myself."
Then Jim crawled out of the door and disappeared in the darkness, followed by Santa. I can not explain why, but I felt perfectly comfortable and entirely safe and was soon fast asleep.
The next thing I knew, Jim was standing over me.
"Were you going to sleep all day?" he inquired.
"Why, it is daylight," I exclaimed, sitting up, "and it has cleared too."
For I saw a patch of sunshine laid like a mat in front of the door of our camp.
"It's a fine day for hunting Apaches," remarked Jim.