Crack—bang!
A shot from near the house and then—stillness.
“What’s that?” said Bensington.
“One of the rats put its head out,” suggested one of the men.
“By-the-bye, we left our guns up there,” said Redwood.
“By the sacks.”
Every one began to walk towards the hill again.
“That must be the rats,” said Bensington.
“Obviously,” said Cossar, gnawing his finger nails.
Bang!