"Why, I can see it from here, so long as the fire keeps blazing," Owen
asserted.

"I purposely hung it in that place, and drew back the tent flap so I could
keep an eye on the bag all the time. So Owen, let's settle down here, and
make ourselves as comfy as we can."

"All we have to do is to drop a little wood on the fire once in a while,
eh, Max?"

"That's right; and while we watch we can talk in whispers if we feel like
it, Owen."

"Still, it would be better to keep quiet, I suppose," suggested the cousin
of Max.

"Of course. He might hear us, and lie low," replied the one who was
engineering things.

"But you've fixed it so that while we lie here on our blankets, no one
would be apt to notice us from the tent. You had a purpose in doing that,
I expect?" questioned Owen.

"I thought he might take a look around first to see where I was; and not
discovering me in sight would believe I had gone to sleep on my post,"
Max went on.

"This is a nightmare of a time," grumbled Owen.