"No, it isn't, it is a light cart. What can it be doing here, at this hour? Let us walk the other side of the road."
They crossed to the left, as they got abreast of the cart. A man, whom they had not noticed before, said sharply:
"You are about early."
"Yes, we are off to work," Bob replied, and they walked steadily on.
"He couldn't see what we were like," Jim Sankey said, when they had got a hundred yards further.
"Not he," Bob said. "I could not make out his figure at all, and it is darker on this side of the road than it is on the other.
"I say, you fellows, I think he is up to no good."
"What do you mean, Bob?"
"Well, what should a cart be standing on the hill for, at this time in the morning? That's Admiral Langton's, I know; the door is just where the cart was stopping."
"Well, what has that got to do with it, Bob? The cart won't do him any harm."