“You see, it’s like this. If we only—” then he stopped as a light snore from the other bed told him that Jack had started on a trip to the land of Nod.
“Poor fellow, I guess he’s about all in,” he thought as he turned over and closed his eyes and in another minute he too was bound for the same place.
A loud knock on the door awakened him some three hours later. Rubbing his eyes he sat up and glanced over toward Jack’s bed. He saw that his brother was awake and swinging his feet to the floor as he called “come in.”
The door slowly opened and, to their great amazement, the young man of the shack on the mountain, entered.
“Sorry if I’ve disturbed you,” he apologized.
For a moment both boys were too astonished to speak but finally Bob found his voice.
“That’s all right. It’s time we were getting up.”
“I suppose you are somewhat surprised to see me here,” the stranger said, glancing toward a chair as though awaiting an invitation to sit down.
“Well, we weren’t exactly expecting you, if that’s what you mean,” Jack assured him.
“I suppose not. Do you mind if I sit down? The long walk has rather puffed me.” And without waiting for permission he took a seat in a rocking chair.