Scruff gives warning.
Abel was still weak and wanting in spirit from his long illnesses, but the courage displayed by his cousin roused him to action, and he followed the others into the hut.
But it was to face no enemies, only to find Scruff sniffing about—Tregelly stamping with rage.
“What is it?” cried Abel. “Somebody been in, of course.”
“Been in and carried off all they could lay hands on.”
“Took advantage of our absence, Bel, and loaded themselves with stores.”
“And all through not leaving the dog and risking the fire.”
“Poor Scruff!” said Abel. “Perhaps it’s as well, for they would probably have shot him.”
“They might as well shoot us,” cried Tregelly, “if this sort of thing is to go on.”
“Yes,” said Dallas. “Everybody round must be warned at once.”