But he was the only one in the cabin who was much alarmed.
"We went all through it last night, and nothing happened," chuckled Dave.

"To-night our address is Missouri, and we'll have to be shown what we're asked to believe." "Call us promptly, Tom, if anything real happens," Dick urged, and sank back in his bedding to compose himself for more sleep.

Soon Reade's watch was a lonely one, for most of his companions were either snoring or breathing heavily.
"Whoever got this trick up will have to think of something newer and more 'scary,'" thought Reade, as he paced the floor.
"Well, you fellows might as well wake up," called Dick, after what seemed to Greg like an interval of possibly five minutes.

Greg was the only boy, beside Dutcher, who hadn't been called in the night for a share in the watch duty.
"Say, I thought you didn't go on guard until five o'clock, Dick," remarked Greg drowsily.
"I didn't, but it's seven, now," Dick laughed.

"It'll be broad daylight in a few minutes more.