Ambrose Newcomb, Trackers of the Fog Pack; Or, Jack Ralston Flying Blind
“ No such thought worried Jack; but then the shadow of guilt did not hang over his head as was the case with Perk.“Don’t forget to wind up your wrist-watch, buddy,” warned Jack, shortly afterwards; as Perk still sat there on his blanket, keeping up his meditative puffing, as though he meant to see the fire to its last flickering extinction. “They’re our only reliable guide to tell us when morning comes around. In this black cave we might lie dozing until the middle of the day, without knowing how we were sleeping at the switch, and wasting precious time.” ”
