Chapter 17Connor was snoring again. Every now and then he would mutter something more loudly and start to thrash about, but it was brief: whatever he was dreaming about wasn't that scary. Nothing of the sort was coming from the lawmen's tent. Miss Grant, alone in the house, probably had other things on her mind than the nightmares of the monster.
Adrien was shivering, partly from the cold, partly from the growing pain in his leg, partly from fear. He had already accepted the fact that he would be handicapped and would probably limp for the rest of his life. But now he would give everything for a comfortable bed and a warm duvet. Lying on the ground, on a thick blanket and a sheet stuffed with hay was not bad, but it was far from real comfort.
The wind tugged the tent. But the night silen
