The days glided on, and as there were no results from these threats we began to laugh at them when they came, especially as Tom Searby the watchman also said they were good for pipe-lights, and that was all.
But one night Uncle Dick took it into his head to go down to the works and see that all was right.
Nothing of the kind had been done before since the watchman came, for everything went on all right; the place was as it should be, no bands were touched, and there seemed to be no reason for showing any doubt of the man; and so Uncle Jack said when Uncle Dick talked of going.
“No, there is no reason,” said Uncle Dick; “but I cannot help feeling that we have been lulling ourselves too much into a feeling of security about the place. I shall wait till about one o’clock, and then walk down.”
“No, no,” said Uncle Jack; “I’m tired. Had a very heavy day, and of course you cannot go alone.”
“Why not?”
“Because we should not let you. Even Cob would insist upon going.”
“Of course!” I said. “I had made up my mind to go.”
“It’s quite right,” said Uncle Bob. “We’ve been remiss. When sentries are set the superior officers always make a point of going their rounds to see if they are all right. Go, Dick, and we’ll come with you.”