“What’s the use?” the other replied. “There may be other spies around, and we’d only get ourselves in a peck of trouble. Besides, it wouldn’t do us any good. We don’t hanker after publicity. Fact is, in times like these the closer you draw your head in your shell, like the wise old tortoise, the better you’re off.” Amos agreed with him. This was nothing new, for, as a rule, the boys were of one mind, though it might be said that Jack played the part of leader most of the time. Upon reaching the humble house at which they were quartered, the boys soon ascended to their room, being tired, and in sore need of rest. The village lay there almost in absolute darkness. Here and there a candle might be burning, but oil was too scarce a commodity to be recklessly wasted when all things that were needed to be done could be accomplished in daylight, which cost nothing. Jack had a treasured electric light in his pocket, a small affair, but which on numberless occasions he had found very useful. He used it sparingly because there was scant chance of replenishing the battery in case it ran out. Flashing it around the small chamber so that both of them might become familiar with their surroundings, Jack presently commenced getting ready for bed. “I’m only meaning to take my shoes and coat off,” he told his cousin, “and then pull this cover over me.” No doubt Amos thought this sounded a little suspicious, for he immediately turned on the other with a question. “Does that mean you’re half expecting to be routed out of bed before morning, Jack?” “Oh, not necessarily,” came the reply, “but I like to feel that I’m prepared for whatever may happen. Old habits, you know, picked up on the range when I served as night wrangler to the saddle band of horses, and there was danger of a stampede, a thunderstorm, or visits from cattle rustlers. Do just as you think best about it, Amos.” “What’s good enough for you ought to suit me,” was the reply Amos made. They had little trouble in getting asleep. The day’s arduous tramp had tired Amos in particular, and though he started to think over the exciting events that had come their way since dawn, it was not long before they became a jumble in his mind, and then gave way to dreams of the dear ones left at home. If they awoke at various times during the night it was only to turn over and go to sleep again. Young, buoyant natures can easily throw off mental burdens that might keep older persons long wakeful. Hours passed. It must have been getting well on toward morning when Amos felt some one tugging at him. Still half dreaming, he imagined one of his boy friends must be annoying him while camping out. “Let up on that, Billy, and go to sleep again,” he muttered; but the shaking only increased, and now some one was calling in his ear: “Wake up, Amos, wake up I tell you; we’ve got to get out of this!” At that Amos threw off the sense of drowsiness, and somehow managed to understand where he was.