He sat up cursing. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded. "You awake?" Gabby whispered. "I am now." Holt threw back his covers. It had to be serious for his foreman to rouse him from a sound sleep. "What's wrong?" "I'll show you, if'n you give me a minute," Gabby muttered. "I'm gonna turn the light off, okay? See if you can get over to the window without breakin' something." "Worry about yourself, old timer. I can make it just fine." The room went dark once more. Holt kicked his boots to one side and gained the window without barking his shin more than twice. Quite an achievement, considering his eyes were blurry slits and his brain hadn't sputtered to life. "Now, real easy like, twitch that curtain apart," Gabby instructed, "and tell me what you see." Holt looked and swore again. "Damnation, I don't believe it." He turned and glared at Gabby. "What time is it?" "Four-thirty." "Four-thirty? What the devil is she doing up at this hour?" "Don't holler at me! You were the one who told her she better not be late on her first day of work." Gabby yanked at his mustache.
