“Shut up—don’t make a sound!” whispered Glutts, half savagely. “If you do you’ll get the whole bunch into trouble.”
While trying to regain his breath and to undress, Glutts kept his ears wide open, and presently heard Gabe Werner approaching. Then the ex-lieutenant dove into the tent, quickly tying the flaps behind him. Without saying a word, he began to pitch off his clothing.
“Gee, I’m glad they didn’t catch you, Gabe,” muttered Glutts, in a hoarse whisper.
“They did! But I gave ’em a couple of kicks they won’t forget! And then I ran for it.”
“Do you suppose they recognized you?”
“I don’t think so. The minute we went down the light went out.”
“We sure did make a botch of that job,” grumbled the wholesale butcher’s son.
“How was I to guess that they’d be awake watchin’ us?” retorted the ex-lieutenant. “When I looked into the tent I thought the whole bunch was fast asleep. But shut up now—they may be coming this way, and we want to do the innocent act.”
“It’s me for that,” chuckled Glutts, and, having finished undressing, he turned over on his cot and commenced to snore. And in this Gabe Werner soon followed his example.
Both waited impatiently for five minutes or more. Then, as nothing came to disturb them, both breathed more freely.