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when th' sport be on teh-morrow; yer '11 

 'quire sharp eyes an* quick hands in th' 

 battry, genelmen, an' yer 'd bes' get 

 some sleep/' 



"Yes, shut your mouths, at least, if 

 you can't close your eyes," put in poor 

 Corbin, as he turned over again and took 

 every speck of bed-covering with him; 

 " put 'em out o' the cabin, Captain, so 

 we decent fellers can sleep. Seth, you 're 

 a little loafer, and that old nighthawk 

 chuckling and whining alternately beside 

 you there should be ashamed of himself. 

 He acts as though he never slept away 

 from home before. When he is n't an 

 ass he 's a coward. Shut up, both of 

 you!" and the fat man's tone of voice 

 clearly indicated anger. The naturally 

 good-natured old fellow could n't bear 

 being everlastingly disturbed in his slum- 

 ber. 



" I can't sleep in unsafe quarters," re- 

 sponded Bradley. ' You fill up with 

 drink and food until you 're drowsy 



