He reached out a hand and touched Jack's arm as a caution for him to keep silent.
"Can't you no let feller sleep?" came, in sleepy tones from another bunk.
"What for you touch me den?"
"Me no touch you, you have de dream, oui."
"Shut up you feller," came in louder tones which Bob recognized as the leader's.
Then all was still again.
"That was a narrow one," Bob thought.
The minutes passed and he wondered if the Indian was again at his work. He knew he would wait some time to permit them to get to sleep again. Then, suddenly, he was conscious of a new sound which seemed to come from the room at the rear. It was so slight a sound that he strained his ears uncertain whether or not he had really heard anything. It sounded like a very feeble groan and was repeated several times so that finally he was convinced that it was no trick of imagination.
"There's someone in that room," he thought, and wondered if Jack had heard it.
Would Lucky never finish? It seemed to the anxious boy that hours had passed since they had re-entered the room when he at last felt a tug at his sleeve and knew that the Indian was telling him that it was over.