“Why not?”
“If that there passage goes right up to the Hall, the men yonder by the ruins on dooty will hear you hollering and find out all about it.”
Fred started away as if he had been stung.
“You are right, Samson,” he said; “I did not think of that.”
“You didn’t, sir?”
“No.”
“Then that shows you that I am not so stoopid as you tell me I am sometimes.”
“Oh, but I don’t always mean it.”
“Then you shouldn’t say it, sir. Well, hadn’t we better get back now?”
“But I want to make perfectly sure that they are hiding there, Samson, my good fellow; and how can we find out without waiting and watching?”