It was a technical
work of abstruse character.
Jimsy's head began to nod. With a sharp effort he aroused himself only
to catch himself dozing off once more.
"See here, Jim Bancroft, this won't do," he sharply admonished himself,
"you're on duty, understand? On duty! Wake up and keep your eyes open."
But try as he would tired Nature finally asserted herself. Jimsy's head
fell forward, his eyes closed for good and he snored in right good
earnest. He was sound asleep.
It was about half an hour after he dozed off that a window in the rear
of the stable framed a face. A crafty, eager face it was, as the yellow
light of the lantern revealed its outlines. Dan Cassell, for it was he,
gazed sharply about him. He swiftly took in the posture of the sleeping
boy and a smile spread over his countenance.
Dropping from the ladder he had raised outside, he joined two figures
waiting for him in the shadow of the livery barn.
"It's too easy," he chuckled, "only one kid there and he's sound asleep.
Got everything ready?"
"Dey all bane ready, Maister Cassell," rejoined the slow, drawling voice
of the Norwegian Tam.
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