“Wonder why he doesn’t come,” he thought.
Soon it was daylight and Kernertok had not returned. He waited until he judged that another hour had passed and then woke Rex, but was careful not to disturb his brother.
“He needs all the rest he can get,” he told himself.
“S——h; don’t wake Jack,” he whispered, as he placed his hand on Rex’s arm. “Come over here a bit.”
As soon as they were far enough away so that they could talk without disturbing the sleeping boy, Bob told him what had happened.
“I can’t imagine what can be keeping him,” he finished.
“How long did you say he had been gone?”
“I didn’t say, but I should say not less than four hours. You know my watch isn’t going, so I had to guess at the time.”
“Sicum seems mighty uneasy.”
“He knows something’s wrong.”