They giggled softly.
Andrews put his hand on the boy's arm.
“But, Kid, it's too risky. I got in this fix by taking a risk. I don't feel like beginning over again, and if they catch you, it's desertion. Leavenworth for twenty years, or life. That'd be the end of everything.”
“Well, what the hell's this?”
“Oh, I don't know; they've got to let us out some day.”
“Sh... sh....”
Kid put his hand suddenly over Andrews's mouth. They stood rigid, so that they could hear their hearts pounding.
Outside there was a brisk step on the gravel. The sentry halted and saluted. The steps faded into the distance, and the sentry's humming began again.
“They put two fellers in the jug for a month for talking like we are.... In solitary,” whispered Kid.
“But, Kid, I haven't got the guts to try anything now.”