"Easy there, Tom," counseled Frank, looking around him, for in his excitement Tom had raised his voice. "Remember I'm not dead sure. I wouldn't swear to it in a court of law."
"Here comes Nick himself," remarked Bart.
"The Old Nick," growled Tom.
"Hello, Rabig," said Frank, as the former Camport bully came along.
Rabig grunted a surly "Hello" in reply, and was passing on when Billy hailed him.
"Sleep well, last night, Rabig?" he asked carelessly.
Rabig's face flushed and a frightened look came into his eyes.
"Sure I did," he snapped. "Why shouldn't I?"
"No reason in the world," replied Billy.
"These cool nights are fine for sleeping," remarked Tom. "A little too cool to be out in the woods, but just right for the trench."