"All quiet?" asked the captain, in his brisk way.
"Nothin' doin', sir," answered Boyle.
"I expect you are both feeling pretty tired. Tollemache and I propose
to relieve you at six bells."
"But why?" demanded Christobal. "It is you who have passed an exciting
day. I am ready to mount guard until dawn. Tollemache can join me now
if he likes, as Mr. Boyle ought to be in bed."
"I'm all right," said Boyle, gruffly. "I am only sitting here because
my back is stiff."
Courtenay glanced at the somber shadow of Point _Kansas_, silhouetted
against the deep blue of the seaward arc.
"Suarez has retired to roost," he said. "He seems to be quite assured
that the Indians will never deliver a night attack."
"To-day's hammering should teach them to leave the _Kansas_ alone in
future," said Christobal.
"I hope so, but Suarez and Tollemache agree that they are most
persistent wretches. Now, Boyle, you must obey the doctor. I am going
back to the saloon to give Miss Maxwell some documents I wish her to
see. Then, Tollemache and I will relieve the pair of you. All right,
Christobal; I promise to take my share of the blankets in the morning.
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