Bob had just extinguished the light after seeing that everything was securely locked up, and was about to jump into bed when Jack said:
“I’ve got it, Bob.”
“Have, hey? Well I sure hope it isn’t catching.”
“I mean I’ve thought where I saw that man.”
“Oh, that’s different. Where was it?”
“He was one of those men who held us up last spring when we were coming back from Musquacook Lake.”
“You don’t mean it?”
“I do, though. Funny I didn’t think of it before. But it’s as plain as day now.”
“Then they must have gotten away from the revenue officers or else they have broken jail. Good gracious, it looks as though all the bootleggers were escaping, or else you’ve been seeing things.” Bob laughed as he pulled the blanket over himself.
It seemed to Bob that he had hardly fallen asleep when he awoke with a start. He was conscious that a noise had disturbed his sleep, but of the character of the sound he had no idea. For some minutes he listened. The sound of deep breathing from the bed on the opposite side of the room assured him that Jack had not been disturbed. Then, just as he was about to turn over and go to sleep again, the sound was repeated. He strained his ears to listen. Someone was fumbling with the lock on the front door. As soon as he was convinced that someone was trying to gain admittance to the cabin he slipped from the bed and stole across the room. Reaching his brother’s bed he gave him a slight shake at the same time whispering his name.