I stopped for two or three seconds, because I didn’t know just what to do, then I walked up to the tree and just as I came near, the form stepped out from behind it.
Then I heard a voice say, “What do you want here?”
I said, very surprised, “Dorry? Is it you?”
He said, “What do you want here?”
“I don’t want anything,” I said; “I just saw a light and I came to see what it was. What’s the matter?”
He said, “Nothing, I’m going to bed.”
“Did you have the light?” I asked him. “Maybe you only saw it same as I did. Only you act awful funny, sort of.”
He said, “I’ve got as much right to be up as you have. Nobody can sleep on that hard ground.”
“Why didn’t you dig a hollow for your hip?” I asked him, “same as I do. Hard ground will never keep a fellow awake. It’s your hip. Gee, you’re a scout; you ought to know that.”
“Come on back,” he said.