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Of the three that lay beside the sheep that night, Hugh slept lightest of all. He missed the effects of strong drink. Night after night -- more of them than he liked to remember -- he had gone to bed half-torpid from the aftereffects of the poison in his veins; but tonight he was singularly alert and watchful. The mountain air got to him for the first time since he had come to Smoky Land, and it invigorated him. Besides, perhaps his mind was too busy with thoughts to yield quickly to slumber.
The Indian came of a race that ordinarily sleeps lightly as the wild creatures -- a habit learned by uncounted generations in the wild. It is good -- wilderness people know -- to be able to spring out of a dream and be instantly alert and ready for any crisis. But tonight he neglected the fire. And of course the late sheep herder slept soundest of all. Loud must be the alarm to waken him.