Going toward the sound of the voice, he found Nicolas crouched in a trough of rock not far from where they had lain down.
"Now, Nicolas, it's your turn," whispered Reade.
"My turn for what, senor ?" "Sleep!" "I am but a servant, senor.

I do not need rest." "Nicolas, you go in and lie down near Hazelton, and go to sleep." The Mexican grumbled a little, but all his life he had been taught to obey orders.

Within sixty seconds the servant was sound asleep.
An hour later it began to darken.
Harry Hazelton awoke with a start, to find Tom with his finger on his lips.
"Nicolas is asleep," whispered Reade.

"Don't make any noise that will awaken him.

I have no doubt that he would go through with us and be our guide.