“They were talking about us,” I said.
“Yes; that made me attempt to disguise my voice. Here, let’s get back. Hark! There’s the dog. Quick! Something may be wrong.”
We set off at a trot in the direction that the men had taken, but we did not pass them, for they had gone down to their right; but there was no doubt existing that the affairs at the works were well known and that we were surrounded by enemies; and perhaps some of them were busy now, for Jupiter kept on his furious challenge, mingling it with an angry growl, that told of something being wrong.
Chapter Eleven.
Pannell’s Pet.
“Who’s there?”
“All right—open the door! Cob and I have come down to see how you are getting on,” said Uncle Jack.
The gate was unlocked and a stout iron bar that had been added to the defences taken down.