“Well?”
“All right.”
“Are they there?”
“Yes; safe enough.”
“Get ’em out, then, and let’s go. Curse it! Look at old Roger’s eyes.”
There was a dull heavy sound of a door banged, and the two men started up in an agony of dread that the spoil for which they had toiled so patiently and long, never getting it within their clutch till now, was about to be snatched away.
It was a door that had been banged, and in their ignorance of the configuration of the place they did not realise that it was in the next house.
“Keep your head,” said the elder man.
“Right. I’m cool enough,” was the reply. “Quick! get ’em out, and let’s go!”
“It would take half an hour to get at them. He has a belt buckled round his waist under everything, and there’ll be stones sewn into his clothes all over.”