“That’s what they made me do when I was a baby. They’d tuck me in my little crib and give me a bottle and sing me to sleep. What 90time does it get daylight, Professor?” questioned the fat boy.
“As a matter of fact it hardly gets dark,” answered the Professor. “We shall have only about three hours of real night, I think. That is about the way it has been since we have been in this latitude. You will find it more difficult to sleep with the morning light in your eyes than with this light, so go to bed.”
“I am thinking the same. Good-night, all. Don’t any of you boys dare snore to-night. Remember we are sleeping in rather close quarters,” reminded Butler.
“One of you may come in with me,” offered the Professor.
“No, thank you, we shall do very well as it is,” replied Tad.
Stacy had the usual number of complaints to make. The cedar odor prevented his breathing properly, the sharp stickers on the cedar boughs poked through his pajamas and into his skin. He voiced all the complaints he could think of, after which he settled down to long, rhythmic snores that could be heard all around the place, inside and out. The purple twilight merged into blue shadows, then into black, impenetrable darkness that swallowed up the pass and the two little white tents of the Pony Rider Boys.
91CHAPTER VIII
AN INTRUDER IN THE CAMP
“W’en de screech-owl light on de gable en’
En holler, Whoo-oo! oh-oh!
Den you bettah keep yo’ eyeball peel,
Kase dey bring bad luck t’ yo’,
Oh-oh! oh-oh!”
“Stop that noise!” shouted an angry voice from the tent occupied by the boys.