“Then you had better go to bed, Cob,” said Uncle Jack quietly.
“And of course you won’t get up when it comes to your turn.”
“No,” he said; “certainly not.”
“That’s right,” I cried triumphantly. “I am glad we have got over this scare.”
“Are you?” he said dryly.
“Am I, Uncle Jack! Why, of course I am. All is locked up. I’ll go and unchain Piter, and then we’ll go and get a good night’s rest.”
“Yes,” he said; “you may as well unchain Piter.”
I ran and set the dog at liberty, and he started off to make the circuit of the place, while I went back to Uncle Jack, who was lighting the bull’s-eye lantern that we always used when on guard.
“Why, uncle,” I said wonderingly; “we sha’n’t want that to-night.”
“I shall,” he said. “Good-night!”