Before Tom could make answer there was a quick movement on his left, an elbow was jerked into his ribs, and David exclaimed in a husky whisper—
“Now, my lad, wake up. Here’s your uncle.”
“Yes, uncle, here!” cried Tom, as he clapped his hand to his side.
“Well, have you got him?”
“Nay, sir,” said David; “nobody been here to-night, but I shall ketch him yet.”
“No, no, be off home to bed,” said Uncle Richard.
“Bime by, sir. I’ll make it twelve first,” said David.
“No,” cried Uncle Richard decisively. “It is not likely that any one will come now.”
“Then he’ll be here before it’s light,” said David.
“Perhaps, but we can’t spare time for this night work. Home with you,” cried Uncle Richard.