Reade had the first tour.
At a few minutes after nine all was quiet in the camp.

Five tired high school boys were soon sound asleep, with Reade, hidden in the deep shadows, watching outside.
It seemed to young Prescott that he had no more than dropped off into slumber when Tom shook him by the shoulder.
"Half-past ten," whispered Reade, as Dick sat up.

"Go out to the wash basin and dash cold water into your eyes.

That will open 'em and freshen you up." "Have you seen anything of the prowler ?" whispered Dick, as he got upon his feet.
"Not a sign," declared Tom.
"It would be too early for him to prowl about yet," whispered Dick, as he passed out into the Summer night.

"Good night, Tom." Only a faint stirring of the light breeze in the tree tops, the droning hum of night insects, and the occasional call of a night bird---these were all the sounds that came to the ears of the young camp guard.
Dick dashed the water into his eyes, then felt wonderfully wide awake.
"If Mr.Prowler comes, he'll probably go for the canned vegetables and the biscuit," Prescott decided.