“There’s no need for both of us to be watching.”
“Well, you take a sleep, old girl.”
“Sleep!”
“My sentiments exactly!”
And later:
“Paul, do not remain at the window. Even though they cannot see you, they will guess that you are there. It is like a bull’s eye in the side of the house!”
“But I must be looking out!”
“Do as I do. Scrape away the clay, and use a chink between the logs for a peep-hole.”
After that Paul lay full length on the floor of the kitchen, with his rifle barrel poked out through the chink.
Suddenly his gun roared outside, blowing the night to pieces as it seemed. A dreadful, low cry escaped from Mary-Lou.