He got up and peered over the edge of the bales of hay that enclosed his resting place.
The moon was shining brightly. Outlined at the open doorway of the barn was a man. He leaned against a post, had just lit a cigar, and was looking intently down the road in the direction of Centreville.
Some wagons rattled by and the man drew inside the barn out of view. Andy made out that he was well-dressed and very active and nervous in his manner.
"That man is waiting for some one," decided Andy, getting interested—"yes, and he belongs to the show, I'll bet."
Andy reasoned this out from the facility with which the man hummed out a tune he had heard the circus orchestra play.
The man paced restively to and fro. He went out into the road and looked far down it. He returned to the barn and resumed his impatient pacing to and fro.
Nearly an hour went by in this fashion. Andy began to consider that he had become curious without much reason. He was about to drop back again to his cozy bed when he heard the man utter an exclamation of satisfaction.
He rubbed his hands and braced up, and as a new figure turned from the road spoke in a cautious but distinct tone.
"That you, Murdock?"
"It's me, sure enough, Daley," came the reply.