“At any rate, the man with the car is on the job promptly,” Bob announced, as the automobile came tumbling toward them.
“We greatly appreciate—”
“Glad to be able to help you out. I’m on my way to Kingston, and in a hurry.” There was something about the brief phrases which did not invite further discussion, so the gas was unloaded quickly and the car dashed off into the darkness.
“Let’s get to roost and be on our way at crack of dawn,” Bob suggested.
“Suits me,” Jim agreed. It had been a long day and he was ready to rest, so he helped the younger boy put the final touches on their bed.
“I’m going to read a little while. You turn in now,” said Bob.
“Thought you were going to bed.”
“Did intend to, but I guess I’ll keep my eyes open.”
“Well, all right. You sit with your foot on me and give me a kick if anything goes wrong,” Jim directed.
“What’s the matter with my sitting the first watch?” Dad proposed.