Slowly the minutes passed until, when Rex was certain they had waited not less than an hour, Bob said as he glanced at his watch:
“It’s been ten minutes. He ought to be asleep by this time if he’s ever going to be. You stay here and I’ll see how the land lays.”
He quickly covered the few yards to the shed, and, a minute later, was crouching beneath the little window at the rear. At first he could hear no sound.
“He might have gone back to the camp after all,” he thought.
But a moment later the faint sound of heavy breathing reached his sharp ears.
“He’s there all right and sound asleep,” he thought as he hastened back to where he had left the others.
“All right,” he announced. “He’s in slumberland all right.”
“What if there’s more than one there and the other one is awake?” Rex asked.
“That’s a risk we’ll have to take, I guess,” and Bob shrugged his shoulders.
Still another disappointment awaited them for, when they came around to the front of the shed, they found to their surprise that the door was fastened.