"You old rascal!" he cried joyfully. "Dog-gone, I'm glad to see you, though you don't deserve it." "I come back now," the Chinaman announced serenely. "No go way no more I think." XXIV THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR Toy raised his head sharply from his little flat pillow where he lay in his tent, pitched for convenience beside the kitchen, and listened. A sound like the cautious scraping of the sagging storehouse door on the other side of the kitchen had awakened him. He was not sure that he had not dreamed it or that it was not merely renewed activities on the part of his enemies, the pack-rats, between whom and himself there waged constant war. There was a possibility that some prowling animal might push in the door, but, as the month was now November and the nights were as cold as winter, he was not too anxious to crawl from his warm nest and investigate until he was sure. Hearing nothing more he dropped back on his pillow sleepily, vowing fresh vengeance on the pack-rats who at that moment no doubt were carrying off rice and rolled oats. Suddenly there came a fresh sound, very distinct in the stillness, somewhat like the side of a big tin bulging where it had been dented. To ease his mind rather than because he expected to find anything Toy slipped his feet into his thick-soled Chinese slippers and shuffled out into the night. The faintest gleam of light was coming through the opening in the storehouse door, which Toy himself had carefully closed. It was all of eleven o'clock and the men, Toy knew, had been in bed for hours. He stepped noiselessly inside and stared with all his eyes at Smaltz. Smaltz was about to extinguish the candle which he had been shielding with his coat. "What you do? What you gittee?" Smaltz whirled swiftly at the shrill demand with a startled look on his impudent face. "Oh--hello," he said uncertainly. "Why you come? What you want?" "Why--er--I wanted to see if they was any more of them eight-penny nails left. I'll need some to-morrow and bein' awake frettin' and stewin' over my work I thought I'd come up and take a look. Besides," with his mocking grin, "the evenin's reely too lovely to stay in bed." "You lie, I think." Toy's teeth were chattering with cold and excitement. "Why you come? What you want?" "You oughtn't to say those rude, harsh things. They're apt to hurt the feelin's of a sensitive feller like me." "What you steal?" Toy pointed a trembling finger at the inside pocket of Smaltz's coat where it bulged. "You wrong me," said Smaltz sorrowfully in mock reproach. "That's my Bible, Chink."