Dick placed his fingers to his lips, whispering:
"Don't rouse the other fellows. They're tired."
"Darry certainly looks tired," smiled Tom, regarding Dave in the uncomfortable posture by the tree.
Yet, though he must have been quite uncomfortable had he been awake, Darry slumbered on. Greg came out, looked at Dave and smiled. Then Hazelton, next Dalzell, came outside.
"What is the cot doing out here?" Danny Grin was the first to inquire.
"We had a visit from the prowler in the night," Dick replied, "and Dave and I stayed on guard."
"Was Darry as efficient all through the guard tour as he is just now?" demanded Reade ironically.
"That's all right for you fellows," retorted Dick, "who even slept right past my call for help. Let Dave alone. Let him finish his nap, no matter how long he sleeps."
But at that moment Darrin opened his eyes, then leaped to his feet, a victim of red-faced confusion.
"What are all you fellows laughing at?" Dave demanded.