"Hush!"
The sound of Basil moving about his room, groping for the door, had reached them.
"If he comes out, Jim, you tackle him."
"Leave him to me. Don't waste any more time. Get the horse from the stable."
Basil, unable to find the door, stumbled against the calico portion which divided his room from that in which Chaytor slept.
"Who's there?" cried Chaytor, jumping up.
"Oh, it's you," said Basil, recognising the voice. "Have you got a light?"
"Wait a moment."
But half dressed he represented himself to Basil, with a lighted candle in his hand.
"What's up?" he asked.