“And mind you, don’t go to taking any midnight strolls,” Bob cautioned Rex as the latter said good-night and wrapped himself in his blanket.
“Don’t you believe it,” Rex assured him. “I’m going to stick closer than any brother you ever saw.”
“You’d better,” Jack laughed.
It was a clear night, with a new moon, which, although it did not give much light, relieved the intense darkness of the previous nights.
“It’s a whole lot better than nothing,” Bob told the Indian.
“Heap much,” Kernertok grunted.
Twelve o’clock came and nothing had happened.
“Reckon he or it or whatever it is knows we are on the watch and is afraid to try anything,” Bob told the Indian as he started to call Jack and Rex.
The moon had disappeared and it was very dark when the two latter came on watch.
“Keep your eyes peeled,” Bob cautioned, as he threw himself on his bed.