“How do I know?” I said. “Shh!”
“Shall we wake up the kid?” he asked me; “it makes me feel kind—oh, I don’t know—to hear him breathing.”
“Let the kid sleep,” I said.
Harry was gone out of sight now, and neither one of us spoke, just sat there, waiting. It kind of hurt me to breathe. Pretty soon he came back, walking straight along and not calling to us at all.
“There’s something the matter,” Grove said.
When Harry got to the car he said, awful short and funny sort of, “Get those tools out, Roy, quick. I’m afraid to take the car any farther than this in the dark. Get the storage battery out, Grove—come on, quick! I want to see if I can’t throw a light down the cliff up yonder.”
“Where’s Pee-wee?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said; “he isn’t up there. Quick!”
We loosened the connections as fast as we could and took the battery and one of the headlights and everything we needed, and followed Harry along the road. “Keep close behind me,” he said, “and step just where I step. Got the pincers?”
I was breathing kind of hard on account of there being a kind of lump in my throat, but I said, “Yop.”