Another man was using a spade, flinging out the earth which the man with the pick had loosened.
“Digging!” repeated Diamond, in a palpitating whisper. “What does that mean?”
“Digging!” fluttered Rattleton. “Digging a grave!”
“Huah!” grunted Browning. “For whom?”
“Somebody! I knew it! Going to bury that girl! She’s been kidnaped! They’re going to put her out of the way!”
“How about the man they have with them—the man they forced to show them this spot?” asked Diamond. “What are they going to do with him?”
“Don’t know. Kill him, too, perhaps! Let’s git!”
“And leave him to be killed?” said Frank. “Well, I didn’t think that of you, Harry!”
Harry felt the cut of the reproach. He choked as he tried to whisper something back. After a little, he asked:
“Well, what can we do? Tell me that.”