“Oh, Will!”
They were crossing a vacant lot when Tom brought Will to an abrupt halt with a startled exclamation, at the same time clutching his arm alarmedly.
“What’s the matter, Tom?” inquired Will.
“Look yonder. There is the Captain and two of his men.”
Will grew a little excited as he glanced in the direction his affrighted companion had indicated.
“It’s them, sure enough, Tom. Now don’t get frightened, but walk fast.”
He hoped to evade the scrutiny of the trio, who were some distance away, by getting out of their range of vision.
A shout behind him, however, told him that their identity was suspected, and he saw the three men break into a run.
Will followed their example, urging his companion to do the same, and directing the way to the old ruined mill, the outline of which was visible a short distance ahead of them.
They gained on their pursuers, and, reaching the mill itself, observed with satisfaction that their pursuers were almost invisible in the darkness.