“Have you thought of the old lady?”
“Yes, but I'm doubtful there. She is afraid of him too. It's more than likely that she was kept pretty much out of the way. Anyhow, her ideas would be confused.”
“But sitting up here in the haymow isn't going to bring us any nearer to the boy.”
“Isn't it?”
“I don't see how.”
“Did you notice the book he was reading?”
“No, what book? I didn't see any book.”
“I guess maybe you were right, Smiley, about your eyes being trained for sea work. Now, I 'll tell you what. This little rest may be the only one we're entitled to for a day or so, and I wish you fellows would curl right up and go to sleep. I'm going to stay awake for a while. Harper, over there, is the only sensible one in the lot. He's been asleep for ten minutes.”
“No, he ain't,” drawled a sleepy voice.
“I can't get comfortable,” growled Wilson. “How is a man going to sleep with this hay sticking into your ears and tickling you?”