"Oh no, what should we do? It's already the fourth watch!"
Outside, the sound of the Night Watchman rang out four times; it was now the Chou Hour, almost dawn, and Big Brother hadn't returned yet. Fat Man was so anxious he was pacing in circles.
Just then, there was a sound from the tunnel. His spirit lifted as his huge body leaned into the entrance, shouting inside: "Big Brother, Big Brother, is that you coming back?"
The echo in the tunnel was loud, and his voice carried far. After a long while, there was a reply from that side: "Hey! Fatty Brother, I'm back!"
Fat Man finally relaxed. It would be best if Big Brother returned before it got dark; it would be too dangerous to stay in the War Prince's Mansion once it was bright.
"Oh! I'm exhausted." Thin Man climbed up, panting heavily.
"What's up, Big Brother? Did you find the treasured sword?" Fat Man eagerly asked.
