Several times he caught himself yawning, but he was afraid to get up and move around for fear of disturbing the dog. However, he managed to keep awake with a good deal of difficulty. Along toward eleven o’clock a light breeze sprang up and a little later it began to rain.
“Looks like we were in for a storm,” he told himself.
It started to rain as if it meant it, but soon settled to a thin drizzle.
“Thought you promised to wake me at eleven,” a voice whispered almost in his ear.
“I didn’t promise at all. It was simply proposed.”
“Heard or seen anything?”
“Haven’t heard a thing, and as for seeing, a regular menagerie could pass within a foot of you and you’d never know it.”
“I guess that’s right, but you get to bed now.”
“I don’t believe there’s any use in watching any longer to-night.”
“I’ll bet you wouldn’t say that if it was your turn,” Bob grinned.