“Like’s not the cook is going to sleep there,” Bob replied.
“Well, what’s the next move?” Jack asked.
“We’ll have to wait and see,” Bob whispered. “I guess it’s his move.”
“But what can we do if he does sleep there?” Rex asked anxiously.
“Well,” Bob replied, “those fellows usually sleep as though they were dead and I guess we can get them without waking him up. We’ll have a try at it anyhow.”
For all of a half hour they waited while the light continued to burn, but at last it went out and the boys strained their ears to catch the sound of any one leaving the shed. But no sound came to them and they were forced to conclude that the cook or someone else was to occupy the place for the night.
“Punk luck,” Bob whispered. “But we’ve got to have those peaveys, cook or no cook.”
“Spoken like a general,” Jack declared as he nudged Rex.
“We’ll give him a few minutes to get to sleep,” Bob said. “Usually it takes those fellows just about one second to be dead to the world, but this one might be an exception.”
“Better say he’d be sure to be,” Jack laughed.