“Will you obey my orders?”
“I will not.[{49}]”
“Then I’ll do it myself. You stand here and watch.”
“Now, then,” thought Nick, “I wonder if that deputy sheriff is near the door.”
Just then the low yelp of a dog sounded from the outside.
“That’s he!” he thought.
“Hark!” whispered Brower, “what was that noise?”
“Some dog hunting for a bone or a place to sleep, I suppose.”
“Hunting us, probably.”
“You’re a coward.”