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Then the light stopped and although they waited for some time it did not reappear.
“You got ’em just in the nick of time,” Jack declared as Bob passed the paper to him. “That first word’s half, of course.”
“And the fellow who was signaling must have been on the very top of Katahdin,” Bob asserted.
“Have you any idea what it means?” Mr. Sleeper asked.
“Only that something’s due to happen at eleven thirty tomorrow night.”
“Why not at eleven thirty in the forenoon?” Jack asked.
“It’s possible, of course, but it’s more likely to be at night,” Bob insisted.
They talked a while longer and then, as nothing more happened, the boys returned to their own cabin.
“Suppose we go up in the morning,” Bob said as they were undressing.