[ CHAPTER VI]
THE GHOST OF THE INDIAN MOUNDS
The sun, from his station a little north of east, stared full into the grape arbor sleeping room, and shone on Hal’s still face. A fly hustled in, and buzzed about Hal’s nose. Hal frowned, and impatiently shook his head; but unable to rid himself of sun or fly, opened his eyes. At the same instant Ned, beside him, stirred and turned over, disturbing Bob, who had been very comfortable.
Both boys sat up and blinked. Bob stretched, shook himself, and strolled out.
“Say—we’d better get out and run those trot-lines!” yawned Ned. “We’ve overslept.”
“I should think so!” yawned back Hal.
“Do you know, when I woke, Bob was on my stomach. He must have been there all night!” announced Ned.
“He was keeping warm,” explained Hal.
“Well, he weighed about a ton,” responded Ned, unwilling to make light of it. “But then,” he added, “he kept me warm, too.”