Come on, Dave, let us wake him out of his dream!" And he commenced to pull on the foot.
"Hi! you let up!" cried the shipowner's son, clutching at the bed to keep himself from falling to the floor.

"I haven't said half as much about Belle as you've said about Laura, so there!" "Never said anything about Laura!" answered Roger, but he, too, turned red.

Dave commenced to laugh heartily, and Phil wrenched himself free and stood up.
"What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander," cried Dave.
"Better both quit your knocking and go to bed.

I suppose the girls are tired out and want to go to sleep." "Sounds like it, doesn't it," murmured Roger, as a shriek of laughter came from across the hallway.
"Maybe they are knocking each other the same way," suggested Phil.
"Never!" cried Dave.

"Girls aren't built that way." But Dave was mistaken.
A little later quietness reigned, and one after another the newcomers to Star Ranch dropped asleep..