"Nor me!" came from the others.
"Let us go to sleep and venture it," said Sam. "I don't think a thing will come near us."
So it was decided, and as soon as the campfire began to die down, one after another of the boys retired. Songbird was the last to lie down, and soon he was slumbering as peacefully as the rest.
Sam had been sleeping perhaps three hours, when he woke up with a slight start. He sat up and tried to pierce the darkness around him.
"Did anybody call?" he questioned after a pause.
Nobody answered, and he listened attentively. The horses had been tethered in the bushes close to the shelter, and now he heard several of the animals move around uneasily.
"Something must be disturbing them," he told himself. "I'll have to get up and see what it is."
At first, he thought he would arouse some of the others, but all appeared to be sleeping so soundly he hated to do so.
"They won't thank me for waking them up, unless it is worth while," was what he told himself.
He arose and felt his way over the others who lay between himself and the opening of the shelter. Outside, there was no moon, but the stars
