"I saw something that I thought might be tents but it was too dark to be sure."
"They were tents all right," Bob assured him.
Very slowly and carefully they picked their way foot by foot keeping as near the clearing as they dared. They knew that men accustomed to the life which they led were usually light sleepers and that even the breaking of a stick might be enough to give the alarm. The growth was very thick all about the camp and, short as the distance was, it was after one o'clock when they reached the side on which the tents were pitched.
"Now our ears are about the only things we've got to depend on," Bob whispered as he strained his to catch the slightest sound.
"Lucky they're good ones," Jack whispered bade. "What are we going to do now?"
"There's only one thing we can do so far's I can see, and that is to get up close to the tents and listen. We can't go prowling around promiscuously you know."
"I know, but——"
"I'm in hopes that we can tell the difference between her breathing and the others," Bob explained.
"If she's asleep."
"Here's hoping."