A brave man dislikes to flee, even when his better judgment tells him it is the only wise thing to do.
The night was so still that Sterry plainly heard the words of the men when talking to each other in an ordinary conversational tone.
"I believe that's him," said one of them, eagerly.
"It sounded like his voice, but he wouldn't leave the Whitneys at this time of night when she's there."
"He's too free with his tongue, anyway; we'll make him show up."
"Say, you! hold on a minute. Do you know anything about Mont Sterry? We're looking for him."
"I am Mont Sterry," was the defiant response. "What do you propose to do about it?"