Dolph, as he lay there, ran over in his mind the succession of stirring events that had been passing before his eyes of late.
Doubtless he would never forget the strange scene that demonstrated the power of music; nor yet that which followed, and had to do with the influence of fear and ignorant superstition, acting on the hearts and minds of rough men.
So Dolph lay there, and pondered in the half-dreamy way a boy may do when he is very tired; until before he realized it he was asleep.
A hand shaking him aroused Dolph. Before he could utter a sound the voice of his chum whispered in his ear.
“Sh! Don’t make any noise. You’ve been asleep more than an hour, and it’s time we were moving. Sit up, and take notice!”
Dolph did so.
It all came rushing back to him in a flash, and without waste of time he turned his eyes in the direction of the camp upon the creek bank.
The fire had been allowed to burn low, but was still in evidence. With his first glance Dolph could see several figures lying around, which would seem to indicate that Big Gabe and the rest, overcome by weariness, even as he, Dolph, had been, had thrown themselves on the ground, and, to all appearances at least, were sound asleep.
It looked as though the time might be favorable for the successful carrying out of the plan of the young scouts.