"There's a man outside. Got your pistol, Parks?"
"Yes, sir," and he took it from his pocket.
I snatched it from him, opened the front door, leaped the railing, and stole along the house to the corner.
Then, taking my courage in both hands, I charged around it.
There was no one in sight; but from somewhere near at hand came a burst of mocking laughter.
CHAPTER XII
GODFREY IS FRIGHTENED
I was still staring about me, that mocking laughter in my ears, when
Godfrey joined me.
"He got away, of course," he said coolly.
"Yes, and I heard him laugh!" I cried.