"Coyotes!" exclaimed Broncho, "he's afire!"
"Burning a flare to show the Black Adder where we are," explained Jack.
"It'll take the blighter h'all night to come up with us now," declared Bill triumphantly. "An' his boat ain't got the legs this whaleboat has. The luck's comin' our side o' the deck at last."
"We'd better set watches. Everybody must get some sleep to-night," observed the rover.
"Cert," agreed Broncho; "my eyelids is weighin' my eyes down as if they're loaded pack-saddles."
"An' mine is winkin' like an occultin' light," declared the bosun's mate.
"Of course, you, Lolie, and Jim are out of this," began Jack. "Suppose I take the first watch, Bill the middle, and Tari the morning."
"An' what about this nigger?" asked Broncho.
"Oh, you're the horse-wrangler; you're not on night-herd."