Then she blew out the lights, and the little wooden bed creaked under her weight.
Pete Corson dropped from the limb and found his way to the road.

He stood still a long time, then started back to the Limberlost.

A tiny point of light flashed in the region of the case.

He stopped with an oath.
"Another hound trying to steal from a girl," he exclaimed.

"But it's likely he thinks if he gets anything it will be from a woman who can afford it, as I did." He went on, but beside the fences, and very cautiously.
"Swamp seems to be alive to-night," he muttered.