"But wait a minute," he ordered, and Jack knew that he was breathing a prayer and his own heart echoed the silent petition. A few minutes more and they were again lying close behind the tent. A slight but distinct sound soon convinced them that the girl was not asleep but was moving as though to ease her cramped limbs.
Raising the side of the tent a few inches Bob trust his face beneath it and whispered faintly.
"Sue."
The moving stopped, but there was no answer.
"Sue," he whispered, this time a trifle louder.
"Who is it?"
The reply was so low that he barely caught the words.
"It's Bob," he whispered back.
"Thank God!"
There was a volume of relief in the words and both boys knew how great must have been her fear.