You need it badly, I know." "And so do you, my son." "Not for some time yet." "But, if you intend to watch until daylight, you will be worn out by morning.

Besides, you cannot stay awake unless you move about.

I will agree to lie down if you will promise to call me when you think it is midnight, and let me take a turn." "I will agree to call you when I feel the need of you, and I will pace the ground like a sentinel on duty." The mother was forced to accept this proposition and, after some more cautious conversation, she did as her boy wished, and he was left alone.
Ben did not forget his slip of the night before.

It was necessary that one of the company should maintain watch while the others slept, and only these two could do it.

He meant to guard the others through the short summer night, trusting to a chance of getting what slumber he needed on the morrow when the others were awake.
"I would like to catch myself waking her," he mused, after he had groped around until he found a space a couple of rods in length over which he could pace back and forth.
Then, with his rifle resting on his shoulder, he began his patient beat, surrounded by impenetrable gloom, and with the lives of three loved ones in his keeping.
By and by a lighting of the sky showed the moon had risen.