"No, I was afraid to sleep."
Then, in a few words, Oliver sketched the events of the night, and added what he had heard about Denton's character.
"The skunk!" exclaimed Bundy indignantly."But why didn't you wake me up, Oliver?"
"I would, if there had been any need of it. I was able to manage him alone."
"You're a brave boy, Oliver," said Bundy admiringly. "Not many boys would have shown your pluck."
"I don't know about that, Mr. Bundy," said Oliver modestly. "You must remember that I had a pistol in my hand and had no need to be afraid."
"It needed a brave heart and steady hand for all that. But now you must get some sleep. I am awake and there is no danger. If that skunk tries to get in he'll get a warm reception."
Oliver was glad to feel at liberty to sleep. He closed his eyes and did not open them again till nine o'clock. When he opened his eyes he saw Bundy, already dressed, sitting in a chair beside the window.
"Hallo! it's late," he exclaimed; "isn't it, Mr. Bundy?"
"Nine o'clock."