Three or four others soon did the same.

Two sat near the great monolithic doorway, with muskets across their knees.

Undoubtedly they were intended to be sentinels, but Ned noted that their heads drooped.
"I shall sleep now, my Gringo guests," said Carossa, "and I advise you to do the same.

You cannot alter anything, and you will need the strength that sleep brings." "Your advice is good," said Obed, "and we thank you, Captain Carossa, for your advice and courtesy.

Manners are the fine finish of a man." His serape had not yet been taken from him, and he rolled himself in it.
Ned was already in his, lying with his feet to the smoldering fire.