“Yes, sir.”—“Yes, sir.”
“Look out. Some one passed me just now. Who’s this—Perry?”
“Yes, father,” came in excited tones from out of the darkness. “Was it you who fell over me?”
“No: when? where?”
“Just now. Then it must have been Cyril. He went down heavily, but jumped up and ran away.”
“Indians, sir,” said John Manning, in a low angry growl. “They passed the line of sentries, and must have been trying to spot the camp.”
“Absurd.”
“Fact, sir. Ask Mr Cyril here.”
“Yes, sir; two Indians—I thought they were wild beasts—came crawling out of the cave and jumped by me.”
“You saw them?”