Catty and I could see them coming closer by the lantern they carried. In a minute they stopped by the wire and stood looking, but there wasn’t a thing to see.
“What’ll we do?” says I.
“Wait,” says Catty.
Well, they looked and looked, and listened and listened, but nothing happened.
“Just got scairt in the dark,” says the boss man. “We better send somebody else out to keep watch.”
So they went away, and in a couple of minutes some other men came along to be sentinels. We let them get all set, and then Catty told me to let loose a groan. I made a dandy. It was the best one I’d done yet. I suppose the men were kind of nervous anyhow, on account of the other rumpus, and when they heard me moan, they almost turned a flip-flop. Then, right on top of it, Catty set up his skeleton and gave them a good look.
That was the last of them. They went away faster than the other two, and they yelled almost as loud.
“We’re having lots of fun,” says I, “but I don’t see we’re doing much good.”
“We’re impairing the morale of the enemy,” says he.
“I can’t see where that pays any wages,” says I.