"All quiet along the Potomac?" Jack asked as he awoke at his brother's touch.
"All quiet," Bob told him.
"All right, now you get to sleep."
"We'll only stay till three o'clock," Bob proposed. "If he doesn't do anything by that time there's not much chance that he'll make a move before tomorrow night."
"Then I'll call you at three," Jack whispered.
"Make it half after two and we'll take the last half hour together."
"All right. Half after two it is."
It was not fifteen minutes later that Jack heard a slight creaking sound. Instantly he was on the alert his eye glued to the space between the two barrels. Someone was cautiously opening the door of the shack and, an instant later he saw a form step out. Although it was so dark that he could hardly see the man he had no doubt, but that it was Los. Who else would be creeping out at that time of the night? For what seemed to the boy a long time the man stood on the steps as though listening. Then, evidently satisfied that he had gotten out without disturbing any of the men, he stole softly away through the darkness toward the corral.
Jack laid his hand on his brother's shoulder.
"He's come out," he whispered.