"Where?"
"Up among the branches. I saw it spring across as I looked back."
They looked up into the trees, and then at the dark shadows before them, for the afternoon was slipping away.
"I don't like it. The beggar may spring on us at any moment."
"Or it may wait bill it is too dark for us to see."
"Yes, by Jove!"
"It is bad; but I am afraid we do not know the worst."
"What do you mean?"
"Mr. Hume must have missed us a long time back; and he would have come after us if——"
"I see," said Compton, gravely. "You think that something has happened to them?"