“Sure!”
“G’night, Art!”
“Night, Wes!”
Uncle Jeb, passing by their door into his own room, called good-night and reminded them that they were to make an early start in the morning.
They answered him drowsily and sleep must have overpowered them before the echo of their voices died away in the night. The moonlight, streaming in through the open windows on the two sleeping forms, transformed the room into a magic fairyland of dancing silver shadows, giving the whole an air of profound tranquillity.
CHAPTER XIX—UNCLE JEB SOUNDS A WARNING
Before the great golden orb of light had shown itself behind the “hills,” Uncle Jeb hailed the boys with a cheery good-morning.
They stretched themselves with an affected weariness and bounded out of the bed to make ready for their short journey to the cabin.
Uncle Jeb had already started to breakfast when they arrived downstairs. Ol’ Pop joined them shortly and they consumed the hearty food with much gusto.
“Silent” Ollie, as Westy now called him, was hustling back and forth from the kitchen attending to the wants of the hungry quartet.