“What is the meaning of this?” he said.
“Only that you’ve slept all night, father, and never moved,” cried Rifle, merrily.
“But I gave orders to be called at the slightest alarm.”
“And there never was the slightest alarm,” cried the boy, joyfully.—“Hi! Man—Tim—father’s awake.”
Norman and his cousin came to the door gun in hand.
“See anything?” cried Rifle.
“No.—Morning, father.—I believe they’ve gone.”
“Impossible! But you have not heard them all night?”
“Not once.”
“But you should not have let me sleep.”