"Which shift do we go with?" Bob asked.
"Why, you——"
"Sure, we're going to help. We wouldn't miss it for the world," Jack broke in. Jeb insisted that he was responsible for them and that there was too much risk attached to it, but they finally won a reluctant consent to join the day shift.
It was sometime in the night when Bob suddenly awoke. He was aware that he had heard something, but what it was he did not know, but a moment later; he heard it again and this time he knew that it was a shot and it came from the south. Almost at the same time he heard someone moving in the kitchen out of which their room opened. He gave Jack a sharp nudge.
"Wake up, there," he whispered in his ear.
"What's the idea," Jack grunted sleepily.
"Something's doing. Come, snap out of it," he ordered, slipping from the bed and dragging Jack after him.
"Have a heart," Jack groaned as he bumped his head on the floor.
"Sorry, but we've got to make it snappy."
As they pulled on their clothes they could hear Jeb's voice out on the porch shouting to the men.