“Wouldn’t take the upper lane, would they?”
“Not likely.”
“Upper lane!” thought Archy. Had he taken the upper lane in the darkness, and so missed the men on the watch?
“Didn’t hear the sailors say nothing on the cutter, did you?”
“Not a word.”
The middy’s heart seemed to give a throb. He did know that voice then. It was that of the man who had been detained with the boy, and this other, he was sure, was the voice of the farmer.
“Going to keep on watching?”
“Of course. They’ll be up to some game to trap us safe. Ought to get that stuff away.”
“No, I wouldn’t, master; it’s safe enough now.”
“You’re a fool,” came back in a savage growl. “Anybody but you and that mole-eyed boy would have seen the kegs before them sailors.”