It was a momentary respite, and "Bill" took advantage of it.
"When the sun rose the fellows hiding behind the tombstones saw the lazy man open his eyes," he resumed hurriedly.

"He looked around and took in all the details of the scene, the old church with the windows glowing redly, the weeping willows shaking and trembling in the crisp morning breeze, the rows of sod-covered mounds, the crumbling tombstones, and on one side the old rickety fence marking the passing of the road.

All this he saw and then--" "Hear the news, fellows ?" interrupted the "Kid," suddenly approaching.
"We are going to--what's the matter, 'Bill' ?" For "Bill" had caught him by the slack of the shirt and one arm and was hustling him along the deck.

The "Kid," looking aggrieved, went his way, and "Bill" returned.
"As I was saying," he continued calmly; "the lazy fellow saw all those things, then he threw back his head and laughed and laughed until the tears rolled down his cheeks.

'Whoop!' he cried, 'this is the best piece of luck I've struck yet.