CHAPTER XI
BEHIND THE SAND DUNE
“A fog last night, wasn't there?” inquired Brown. Breakfast was over, and Seth was preparing for his day's sleep.
“Yes, some consider'ble,” was the gruff answer; then, more sharply, “How'd you know? 'Twas all gone this mornin'.”
“Oh, I guessed, that's all.”
“Humph! Guessed, hey? You wa'n't up in the night, was you?”
“No. Slept like a top all through.”
“Humph! . . . Well, that's good; sleep's a good thing. Cal'late I'll turn in and get a little myself.”
He moved toward the living room. At the door he paused and asked another question.
“How'd you—er—guess there was fog last night?” he inquired.