Yes, there they stood, side by side in a row, their noses pressed close against the west wall of the tent, looking for all the world like so many “catchers” in a game of hide-and-go-seek. And Diggeldy Dan was there, too. All had found peep-holes in the canvas and through these they peered eagerly in the direction of Sunset House. They were watching for the Lady with the Blue-Blue Eyes.
“Every one to his place,” Lion had commanded, when the merry crew had been loosed, but a few moments before. “And then we will see who will be the first to catch a glimpse of the one who will ride out of the west. Not a word from a soul, until she comes into view.”
At first it was fun, but, as the minutes dragged by and no movement was seen, the watchers began to grow restless. Seal started to twist and to turn. Next, Puma’s tail was seen to curl and to wave; while Zebra switched his with quick little jerks. Then Hippo heaved a great sigh that must surely have been heard a whole mile away. Finally, Monkey, who was never known to keep entirely quiet, could stand it no longer.
“Lion,” he whispered.
No answer.
“Lion,” repeated Monkey.
“Well, what is it?” answered Lion at last, from his place near the middle of the line.
“I—I don’t want to watch any longer.”
“Have patience and be quiet, sir,” ordered Lion.
So the watch went on. A minute passed, and another, and another. Then something went, “Bang!”