“If that don’t wake him it’s a wonder,” he whispered.
A sound as of a bed creaking reached their ears.
“I guess it woke him all right,” Jack thought as he held his breath.
But, although the sound had evidently disturbed the sleeper it was soon plain that it had failed to arouse him to full wakefulness, for in another moment the unmistakable sound of snoring assured them that he was still asleep.
“Luck seems to be with us at last,” Bob whispered, as he began to remove his boots.
“Steady there,” Jack laid his hand on his brother’s arm. “I’m going into get them.”
“Not much you—” Bob began, but Jack interrupted him.
“I know just where they are and I know the lay of the land and you don’t so it’s up to me. Now don’t be foolish.”
Bob could not help seeing the force of Jack’s argument and after one more plea, he gave in.
“I’ll have ’em out in two shakes of a dog’s tail,” he promised as he took off his boots which he had not laced up.