At the distance, however, it was not loud enough to disturb the other three, who still slept in the tent.

Dick flashed the lantern inside to make sure that the sleepers were safe.
At intervals the racket across the lake broke out anew.
"It's my turn to go on watch again," said Darry, glancing at his watch by the light of the lantern.

"You two might as well turn in." "We'll dress and bring our cots out into the open," Dick proposed.
"You might as well have us, Dave, where you can get us instantly, and ready for action, by just touching us on the shoulder." But the night passed, without any further disturbances than the occasional distant firing, and the rousing, every hour, of a new watchman for the camp.
It was past seven in the morning when Dick finally turned out, to find Greg and Harry busy preparing breakfast, while Darrin still slumbered.
"Where are Tom and Dan ?" Prescott asked.
"Look through the trees, and presently you'll discover them out in the canoe," answered Greg.

"Tom simply couldn't wait any longer to go out after bass." "I'm going trout fishing, if I can do it without shirking," said Dick, as he rose and stretched.
"And if no one kicks I'm going with you," added Darrin, opening his eyes.

"How about it, Greg?
Are you and Harry willing to do the camp watch this morning ?" Greg had turned around eagerly, seeing which, Hazelton broke in: "Go right along with 'em, Holmesy, if they'll take you.