Bob himself cleaned up his bench a bit after the others had gone, and
then went upstairs to his bedroom, which had a window in the rear of
the house. He had just started to undress when he thought he heard a
peculiar noise outside. At once the thought of what Joe had said about
his encounter with Buck Looker and his companions leaped into his
mind, and he crossed swiftly to the window and looked out.
It had been cloudy all the evening, but now, the clouds were beginning
to break away, allowing bursts of moonlight to shine through at
intervals. When Bob first looked out of the window, the moon was
obscured by a ragged patch of cloud and he could barely make out the
dim outline of the barn. But as the cloud passed on and the moon began
to shine through the thinning fringe of vapor, Bob saw an indistinct
figure on the roof, and as the moon came out more strongly he could
see that the figure was tinkering with the end of the aerial that was
fastened to the barn.
Bob had no difficulty in recognizing Buck Looker, and without more ado
he made for the back stairs leading down to the kitchen. Hot rage was
in his heart and a resolve to have it out with the bully once and for
all. Noiselessly he unfastened the kitchen door and passed out into
the night, approaching the barn with as little noise as an Indian.
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