inclined to talk and argue, but Dave would not listen.
"I am done with you, Link," he said. "And I am done with Haskers, too. All I want you to do is to leave me alone in the future."
"You let us go, or it will be the worse for you," growled Link Merwell.
When his two hours' guard duty came to an end, Dave called Roger, who in turn called Phil. The shipowner's son was still very sleepy, and he yawned deeply as he arose.
"As soon as two hours are up you call Abe Blower," said Roger.
"I sure will!" declared Phil. "I'm not half slept out yet!"
Roger was tired himself and was soon in the land of dreams. Phil walked around the camp several times, to keep himself awake, and then sat down on a rock to rest.
Alas! that rest was an ill-advised one for the son of the rich shipowner. As he sat there, Phil's chin sank lower and lower on his breast and presently his eyes closed and he fell asleep! And thus over two hours passed.
"Hello!"
The cry came from Abe Blower, as he turned and sat up. It was growing light in the east and the old miner thought it was time to get up.
He directed his cry at Phil, who was huddled
