“And now you fellows better turn in and get some sleep. I’ll keep watch of our friend here.”
The boys tried to object but Rex would not listen, declaring that he had been sleeping from twelve to fourteen hours a day and did not need any more for a week.
It was nearly midnight by this time and, in spite of the excitement, both boys were asleep almost as soon as they tumbled into the bunk, which, fortunately, was wide enough to hold them both.
As soon as he was sure that they were asleep Rex went over to Parry and examined his bonds. The breed did not say a word and, after assuring himself that he had not loosened them, he went back to his chair by the fire.
When Bob woke the light was still burning as daylight had not yet come. But a glance at his watch told him that it was nearly five o’clock. Rex was getting breakfast and turned as Bob got out of the bunk.
“All quiet along the Potomac?” the latter asked.
“Fine’s a fiddle,” Rex assured him “and breakfast will be ready just as soon as the coffee boils.”
The rain had stopped but a glance outside told Bob that the weather had not entirely cleared.
“It’s going to be a pretty hard tramp on that wet snow,” he thought as he stepped back into the room.
He woke Jack and in a few minutes Rex announced that breakfast was ready. As soon as they were finished they lifted Parry from his bunk and placed him in a chair.