Stratton was silent.
“It is the only way, I’m sure,” whispered Brettison.
“Yes,” said Stratton, with a sigh; “I am afraid you are right.”
“I am sure I am.”
“Yes,” said Stratton. “Hist! is that he moving again?”
“And talking in his sleep. But you are sure there is no doubt?”
“Doubt, man? No. Yes, it must be as you say; but, mind, I shall be a prisoner at the inn. I cannot stir out. You must give me warning when you will come.”
“And you must not speak or notice him.”
“Oh, we must risk all that,” said Stratton more loudly. “Our only course is at all risks to get him right away.”
“Hush! Be silent. Now go.”