“It’s me all right,” Bob said as he stepped forward.
Mr. Sleeper had a rain coat over his pajamas and in his hand was a revolver which he slipped into the pocket of the coat as the boys came up on the porch.
“Did you hear that yell a few minutes ago?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, we heard it and wasn’t sure but what it came from your cabin. That’s why we came to see,” Bob told him.
“You got dressed mighty quick.”
“Because we were not undressed,” Bob explained.
“Been roosting out in the trees,” Jack added.
“Roosting in trees! I don’t quite understand.”
“I’ll tell you all about it,” Bob said and explained what had happened.
“This bids fair to be quite an interesting problem,” Mr. Sleeper declared as soon as he had finished. “That yell didn’t come from this cabin, but it wasn’t a great way off. Haven’t I read that a wild cat makes a cry like that?”