“Guess he’s dreaming about that beating he got,” Jack thought, as he rubbed his eyes.
Slowly the minutes and hours passed, until after what seemed an eternity, his watch told him that it was time to call the others. Nothing had happened and they had not heard the strange cry.
“All quiet along the Potomac,” he announced after he had awakened Bob and Rex. “Hope you have better luck.”
“What day is it?” Rex asked as soon as they had taken their places down by the lake.
“Search me. It’s funny how one loses all track of the time up here in the woods. But it must be Sunday, I think. Wait a minute, till I reckon up.
“Yes,” he said a moment later, “it’s Sunday. We’ll have a good long rest if nothing happens. We never travel on Sunday if it can be helped, you know.”
“And that’s right too. A man needs one day in seven to rest.”
“I think so.”
“About one day in two would be even better,” Rex laughed, “according to the way we’ve been going the past two days.”
“It’s been pretty strenuous, for a fact, especially when you’re not used to it. It’s been a wonder to me that you’ve stood it so well.”