“What’s matter, mate?” said one of the men, as Don prepared to hurry back into the darkness, but longed to hear what Ramsden would say.
It was a painful moment, for upon his words seemed to depend their safety.
“Matter? I don’t know—I—”
He put his hand to his head.
“Here, take a drink o’ this, mate,” said one of the men, and Ramsden swallowed some water with avidity.
“Arn’t seen a ghost, have you?”
“I recollect now, Mr Jones. You left me in that hole.”
“And called to you to come out.”
“Yes, but—”
Don’s heart beat furiously. They were discovered, and now the betrayal was to come.