“Dan, Dan,” I hissed. “Wake up. I hear something.”
He grunted, groaned, stretched himself and sat up. “What’s the matter, Ethel?” he muttered sleepily.
“I don’t know what it is, but I feel sure there is something wrong. This is the second time I’ve waked up feeling this way.”
“Something wrong! What do you mean? What’s wrong?”
“That’s just it. I don’t know what it is, but there is something the matter at the Adams’ camp.”
“I don’t hear anything—you must have been dreaming——Don’t you feel well? I’ll get you a drink of water.” He jumped up and searched around for a cup.
“What’s the matter, folks? Did the noise disturb you?” It was the cheerful voice of Mr. Adams.
“Oh, Ethel’s got a notion that the bugaboos are after her,” answered Dan.
“She heard that mule, I suppose. Jack tried to get into the grain as usual and got tangled in the harness. I just finished straightening him out.”
“Anything I can do to help you, old man?” Dan called.