CHAPTER VI
A Strange Adventure in the Night
It seemed to Peanut that he had hardly been
asleep at all, when he was awakened by the
sound of a motor. He listened, cross at being
roused, for the noise to die away up or down the
road, but it didn't. Instead of that, he plainly heard
the power shut off and the engine come to rest, close
to the camp—right in the road opposite the camp,
in fact. He sat up, rather startled. Then he heard
voices, men's voices. They were talking in low
tones, which struck him as strange, because out here
in the woods there was no reason why they should
be afraid of waking people up. He wondered for a
second if they could have designs on the camp, but
glancing at the camp-fire, he saw that it had gone
entirely out, so that nobody could have seen the
camp from the road. As he sat there in the dark,
straining his ears, Art woke up, as you often will
when you are sleeping close to somebody else who
has waked.
"What is it?" Art said.
"Sh!" cautioned Peanut. He whispered softly what had roused him.
