“Why, the lights in camp are all on!” he exclaimed.
A boy came up to the window. “They’re practising at the school,” he told us. “I heard the other day that they were going to pull some stunts in the trenches tonight.”
“So that was it!”
The lights flashed on.
“But why did they go out?” I asked confused. Nobody could explain it.
At that moment ’Oreece drifted into the kitchen, he wore a very pale and apologetic grin.
“’Oreece!” I gasped, “Did you—”
“I turned the lights off,” he admitted. “I knew where the switch was. I thought it was a raid.”
I glared disgusted: “And a nice night’s work you’ve done!”
My friend the Texan strolled up to the deserted counter.