We'll never desert Paul and Jim, so long as we don't know they're dead." "It's my watch," said Tom.

"You two sleep.

We've got to keep our strength." Henry and the shiftless one acquiesced, and seeking the softest spots under the tree sat down.

Tom Ross took his place about ten feet in front of them, sitting on the ground, with his hands clasped around his knees, and his rifle resting on his arm.

Henry watched him idly for a little while, thinking all the time of his lost comrades.