“I guess it wasn’t so very crazy after all,” replied Jimmie. “If we hadn’t gone out to look into those signals, the smugglers wouldn’t have been captured.”
“Have it your own way,” laughed Ben.
Jimmie and Carl went away to the other tent and were soon sound asleep. When they lay down the camp-fire was surrounded by the revenue officers and prisoners. Ben was making arrangements to sleep on a roll of blankets in the Havens’ tent. When they awoke, twilight was settling over the valley and Ben was rolling them about on their blankets.
“Get up!” the boy said. “You’ve slept all day!”
Jimmie sat up and rubbed his eyes. Carl aimed a kick at the boy who had aroused him and then lay back on the blankets.
“Where are the others?” asked Jimmie tumbling out of the tent.
“They went away in the machines,” answered Ben.
“You never let them take the Ann and the Louise!” almost shouted Jimmie. “They’ll be sure to break ’em!”
“Don’t get excited, now,” laughed Ben. “I took them over the ridge in the Ann and came back more than an hour ago. Since then I’ve been getting supper and helping Mr. Havens fix up his porcupine feet.”
“Can he walk yet?” asked Jimmie sleepily.