“Some one is listening, then.”
“Lopka, you suspect everything. Who would stop up there, and why? and who would know there was anything to listen to?”
Riga was listening, however; and although his position was most uncomfortable, his curiosity was so excited by hearing a conversation which was not intended for any one to hear, that he bent his ears more eagerly than ever, and was as silent as a snowflake.
“When can it be done?” whispered Lopka shrilly.
“When all are asleep.”
“We may be asleep too.”
“Trust me for that.”
“Can we get out without rousing the sleepers? Do you think the herd will be quiet?”
“We have no one to fear but the curious Riga; that boy always has one ear open.”