"Where is he?"
"Gone toward the corral."
"Then we must follow him, but don't make a sound."
At the door of the shed the two boys listened a moment but heard nothing.
"You wait here and let me see if I can get a line on him," Jack whispered.
"Better let me go."
"No, I spoke first. I'll get up close to the corral fence and if you hear me give the call of the whip-poor-will you come a-running."
"All right, but you be careful."
Jack stole away and in an instant the darkness had swallowed him up. Ten minutes passed and then the notes of the whip-poor-will floated to him from the direction of the corral.
"That's Jack," he whispered to himself as he set out.