“Pete!” ejaculated Nic, in his surprise.
“Now then, rouse up, all on you,” shouted Humpy Dee, “or they’ll be sending in the dogs for us, and the cat for some one else.”
“Oh,” thought Nic, as a pang of agony shot through him; “that wretch must have been on the watch.”
Chapter Twenty Six.
Pete thinks he has found it.
In the morning, as the eternal hoeing went on, Pete found his opportunity for telling of his adventures during the night. Humpy Dee had evidently heard nothing.
“Keep at it, Master Nic,” he said; “this here stuff’s growed up zo that there’s no telling when they’re coming on to you. It’s all right though, now.”
“Tell me, then, quickly. You got out?”