“Yes, but there wasn’t sufficient,” Jack growled.
“Well, there’ll be less to-morrow unless we strike something,” Bob assured him.
“There can’t be very much less than there is right now,” Jack retorted with a long sigh.
Bob called Rex and Jack according to his promise at one o’clock and reported that everything had been quiet.
“No more lalapalooslas howling around?” Jack laughed.
“Haven’t heard any.”
“Well, here’s hoping they will keep quiet for the rest of the night.”
“How still it is,” Jack whispered a little later, as he and Rex sat with their backs against a spruce tree.
“It’s so still you can almost feel it,” Rex agreed. “I’d give a good bit to know who’s in that cabin,” he added in a whisper.
“Well, we’ll probably find out before many hours. It’ll be light now in about three hours.”