“I don’t suppose it’s any use to hunt after him,” Bob said disgustedly as he leaned against the corner of the cabin.
“No, it’s too dark,” Jack agreed.
Back in the cabin they sat for some time in silence waiting to see if there were to be any further manifestations. But nothing happened and finally Jack said:
“Well I reckon the show’s over for tonight. Me for the hay.”
“Just a minute,” Bob said as he turned up the light. “I’ve got an idea and I want to know how it strikes you.”
“All right, shoot.”
For several moments Bob talked in low tones and as he finished Jack hit him a resounding slap on the back saying:
“Great idea, old man. And I don’t see why it won’t work, but how about the Sleepers?”
“Well, I had thought of them. You remember they arranged with Jacques to take them down to the dam in the morning. He didn’t say what for but I reckon he’s anxious to find out if they got those fellows up in the shack.”
“I guess that’s it.”