"Hark!"
A chorus of fierce cries came from the hut.
There was the noise of a scuffle, then a voice which sounded very much like that of a negro roared in furious tones:
"Keep still, or I'll kill you!"
Old King Brady rose to his feet, very much agitated.
"I can't stand this much longer, Harry!" he muttered.
"Come on to the hut and we'll investigate the row," replied the boy.
Casting aside all caution, they rushed toward the old building.
Not half the intervening distance had been covered, when suddenly the noise ceased and the light went out.
The detectives halted.