you're about right, Max; and I do sure feel mighty sleepy."

So both boys managed to find the places reserved for them under the canvas,
and slipped in without disturbing their comrades.

Steve was rolled up in his blanket very much after the manner of a mummy.
Max cast a sharp look that way, and even bent over Steve as he arranged
himself in his rather cramped quarters.

"Seems to be sleeping as sound as a bug in a rug," was his mental comment,
as he caught the even and natural breathing of the suspected chum.

The balance of the night passed away without any further alarm.

When morning came Toby and Bandy-legs took Max to task because he had not
called on them to serve as sentinels over the camp.

"Owen and I looked to that all right," Max laughed back.

"Then you are sure nobody made a sneak on us and got away with the second
batch of prizes?"

It was Bandy-legs who put this question. Both Toby and Steve seemed
intensely interested in the answer.

"Sure, why, of course, we are," replied Max, confidently. "Nobody who
didn't belong here had a chance to poke his nose into our tent last
night."

Toby and Bandy-legs declared themselves satisfied with this assurance. As