"Dad's telegram puts that right up to us.

Now that we're here, we'd better wait until morning and see if anything develops.

We'll bring in the machines, hunt a couple of soft rocks, and see if we can't get a little sleep." The motor cycles were trundled into the old house, the light put out, and the lads lay down on the old clay floor with lumps of broken adobe for pillows.

In spite of the hard beds, the lack of even the most meager comforts, both Merry and Clancy were soon asleep.
Merry awoke, with a beam of sun in his eyes.

He sat up, staring incredulously around him, and could hardly believe that several hours had passed.