He stood leaning against the fence-post, and watched her until her flying form grew indistinct in the shade of the poplar hedge; watched it reappear in a broad strip of white moonlight, still running; saw it turn, slacken speed to a walk, and then lose itself in the darkness of the grove.
Five minutes, ten minutes, he stood there, staring across the level bit of valley lying quiet at the foot of the jagged-rimmed bluff standing boldly up against the star-flecked sky.

Then he shook himself impatiently, muttered something which had to do with a "doddering fool," and retraced his steps quickly through the orchard, the currant bushes, and the strawberry patch, jumped the ditch, and so entered the grove and returned to his blankets.
"We thought the spook had got yuh, sure." Gene lifted his head turtlewise and laughed deprecatingly.

"We was just about ready to start out after the corpse, only we didn't know but what you might get excited and take a shot at us in the dark.

We heard yuh shoot--what was it?
Did you find out ?" "It wasn't anything," said Grant shortly, tugging at a boot.
"Ah--there was, too! What was it you shot at ?" Clark joined in the argument from the blackness under the locust tree.
"The moon," Grant told him sullenly.

"There wasn't anything else that I could see." "And that's a lie," Gene amended, with the frankness of a foster-brother.