“Good-bye, Mr Private Moray,” said Briggs softly, in his deep tones. “I wish you everything in the way of luck. You’ll do it, my lad, I know.—Here, Joeboy, you stick to your boss.”
“Um! Me stick to Boss Val—um!—alway.”
“Good-bye,” I said again, trying to free my hands, for Denham and the Sergeant each held one tightly and in silence.
At last, as we stood there in the darkness, they let my fingers slip through theirs, and I stepped out into the open, following Joeboy’s steps, for he at once took the lead, without making a sound.
“Ah!” I said to myself, after drawing a very long breath, “this is going to be the most exciting thing I ever did.”
Chapter Twenty Six.
Successful Beyond Expectation.
“Boss Val come close up to Joeboy,” said the black a minute or two later.