It's tiresome walking about all day," she
continued.
"Don't you two go fer to make no noise, 'cos they's sentries out as
might charlinge yer with their guns," remarked the compassionate guard.
"No," she whispered back; "we will be still as little mice, won't we,
Monty? Good night, Sylvanus!" The boy added, "Good night, Sylvy!" and
the sentinel returned the salutation, and muttered to himself: "Pore
souls, the sight on 'em breaks me all up."
Sylvanus should have reported these arrivals, when the detective came
to relieve him, and put Mr. Terry in his place, but he did not. He had
forgotten all about them, and was wondering if that "kicked-out-of
service old ramrod, the corpular, was foolin' round about Trypheeny."
Coristine relieved Timotheus; Bill Richards, Rufus; and Mr.
Bigglethorpe, Harry Richards. The relieved men went to sleep on the
quilts and under the skiff. Mr. Bangs came up every quarter of an hour
to the lawyer, and asked if he had heard a noise about the house, to
which the sentinel replied in the affirmative every time; whereupon the
detective would take a lamp and search the building from top to bottom
without any result.
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