u, pup?" No need to ask that
question. The instantaneous wag of that speaking fail, and the glance
of that wakeful eye, as the dog lifted his head and laid his chin on
Dick's arm, showed that he had been listening to every word that was
spoken. We cannot say whether he understood it, but beyond all doubt he
heard it. Crusoe never presumed to think of going to sleep until his
master was as sound as a top; then he ventured to indulge in that light
species of slumber which is familiarly known as "sleeping with one eye
open." But, comparatively, as well as figuratively speaking, Crusoe
slept usually with one eye and a-half open, and the other half was never
very tightly shut.

Gradually Dick's pipe fell out of his mouth, an event which the dog,
with an exercise of instinct almost, if not quite, amounting to reason,
regarded as a signal for him to go off. The campfire went slowly out,
the stars twinkled down at their reflections in the brook, and a deep
breathing of wearied men was the only sound that rose in harmony with
the purling stream.

Before the sun rose next morning, and while many of the brighter stars
were still struggling for existence with the approaching day, Joe was up
and buckling on the saddle-bags, while he shouted to his unwilling
companions to rise.

"If it depended on you," he said, "the Pawnees wouldn't be long afore
they got our scalps. Jump, ye dogs, an' lend a hand, will ye!"

A snore from Dick and a deep sigh from Henri was the answer to this
pathetic appeal. It so happened, however, that Henri's pipe, in falling
from his lips, had emptied the ashes just under his nose, so that the
sigh referred to drew a quantity thereof into his throat, and almost
choked him. Nothing could have been a more effective awakener. He was
up in a moment coughing vociferously. Most men have a tendency to vent
ill-humour on some one, and they generally do it on one whom they deem
to be worse than themselves. Henri, therefore, instead of growling at
Joe for rousing him, scolded Dick for not rising.

"Ha, mauvais dog! bad chien, vill you dare to look to me?"

Crusoe did look with amiable placidity, as though to say, "Howl away,
old boy, I won't budge till Dick does."

With a mighty effort Giant Sleep was thrown off at last, and the hunters
were once more on their journey, cantering lightly over the soft turf.

"Ho! let's have a run," cried Dick, unable to repress the feelings
aroused by the exhilarating