"Were we seen?" panted Harry.
"Perhaps. Listen a moment."
They remained perfectly still and the trees cast a dark shadow over the scene which the moon could not dispel.
Five minutes passed.
Hearing and seeing nothing unusual, Harry said:
"Come on."
"Wait till I light my lantern."
"I'll stand guard with my pistol."
Old King Brady drew out a match and lit his bull's-eye.
Moving forward, they reached the hut and made a circuit of it.