CHAPTER FIVE
Crouching close together, Dick and Doc sat in silence upon the filthy floor of the hut. They could hear Zopinga talking to the guards at the entrance, and after he had gone away, they could still hear the guards conversing. It was most aggravating to be unable to understand a word of what was said; nor to gain a single clew to the nature of the people into whose power an unkind Fate had delivered them; nor any hint of the intentions of their captors toward them, for they were both now convinced that they were indeed captives.
Presently Doc put his lips close to Dick's ear. "Do you hear anything?" he whispered.
Dick nodded. "It sounds like something breathing over there," he said.
"It sounds like something breathing over there," he said.
"It is," Doc's voice trembled just a little. "I can see something over against that wall."