"Yes," murmured the girl.
Presently Waldo saw that she was laughing quietly to herself.
A great fear rose in his breast. Could it be that she was less gullible than she had appeared? Did she, after all, penetrate the bombast with which he had sought to cloak his cowardice?
He finally mustered sufficient courage to ask: "Why do you laugh?"
"I think of the surprise that awaits old Flatfoot and Korth and the others when I lead you to them."
"Why will they be surprised?" asked Waldo.
"At the way you will crack their heads."
Waldo shuddered.
"Why should I crack their heads?" he asked.