Turning to Phil, Harry gave the quick word:
“Keep a sharp lookout! That same crowd may be moving up here to trap us!”
Such was the gist of the message. It was telling the wrong people to surround the Knoll. A logical move, should Phil’s general whereabouts be known.
There was more to the message. It kept repeating that one term: “The Knoll.”
Phil wasn’t watching the lights. He was following Harry’s instructions and with results. Down the slope shrubs stirred and it wasn’t wind that swayed them. Furtive shapes began crossing the gray winding path; they had the spotty look of the leopard disguises.
“They’re after us!” Phil told Harry, hoarsely. “No use to go down the path by the rocks; they’ll have that covered sure! Maybe we’d better cut off the slope -”
With Phil’s very gesture, that route proved blocked, for from it came the tiny twinkles of a flashlight. It was Harry who again absorbed the message, but this time the code was The Shadow’s own.
Out of the night The Shadow was telling how to nullify the closing trap that he too had learned about by reading the more distant blinks.
Harry swung to Phil with the statement:
“Let’s go!”