“You then, Dumlow?”
“No; not me, sir.”
“Well then, Barney, it was you,” I said tetchily. “What do you want?”
“I never spoke, sir,” said Barney, in an ill-used tone. “What do they want to say it was me for?”
“Cheer up!” came now quite plainly.
“Eh? Who spoke?”
“Friend,” was whispered again.
“Yes, what? Who is it?”
“Pst!”
I waited for whoever it was to speak again, but there was not another sound, and I turned to where I believed Bob to be lying.