can hardly keep my eyes open now."

"Same here," muttered the man, as Mark climbed to his resting-place, so
heavily assailed by sleep that he was hardly conscious of his words.

Then all was silent but for the heavy breathing of the sleepers and an
occasional stamp from one of the picketed ponies.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

A PRETTY DANCE.

It was not a feather-bed; there was neither bolster nor pillow; and a
single blanket laid across three sacks of Indian corn did not counteract
the hard nubbly feeling. But a couple more blankets drawn over the lad
right up to his chin thoroughly kept off the crisp coolness of the air
on the high plateau of a country where the sun was broiling by day.
Youth, health, exercise and an open-air life did the rest to make that
sleeping place a perfect Elysium.

Add to the above a long watch in the darkness, and it is not surprising
that as Mark Roche stretched out his legs to the fullest extent as he
lay upon his back, he uttered a low, long, soft "Hah-h-h!" and the next
instant was fast asleep.

How long that lasted he could not tell, but he half awoke; better still,
one may say he only one quarter awoke bodily; mentally he was so to
speak soaked, saturated with sleep, and his waking was only into a kind
of confusion out of which he could not rouse himself.

All he knew was that something was dreadfully wrong--when--how--where--
he could not make out.

There was a great noise going on, and the darkness was something
horrible. This seemed to last for a long time--seemed only, and he
began to struggle as if a heavy body was lying on him and pressing him
down.

It was like some terrible nightmare, and as he struggled against it he
threw out his arms, half fancying that he was fighting to save himself
from being suffocated in a flood that was not liquid but solid and hard.
Then one hand came in contact with something soft, which he realised to
be a human face, and then just a faint ray of understanding flashed
through his muddled brain and he knew where he was, and that the face
must be his cousin's.

Then the mental darkness closed in again and he was as confused as ever.
The noise went on, and he could not tell what it was till after a short
interval another ray of light dawned upon him and he caught at and shook
his companion, who was sharing the sacks, and sleeping so hard that
Mark's attempts to rouse him were in vain.

And then speech came, and the boy found himself mutteri