Clive do. " chair do.
While Uncle Moses held up his razor in such a way, that the first brigand who descended should fall full upon its keen edge.
The light grew brighter over the opening. The shuffling footsteps drew nearer. Then there was a pause, and low whispers arose. The brigands were immediately above them. The light shone down into the room.
The suspense was now intolerable. It was Frank who broke the silence.
"Who's there?" he cried in a loud, strong, stern, menacing voice, in which there was not the slightest tremor.
At this the whispering above ceased. Everything was perfectly still.
"WHO'S THERE?" cried Frank a second time, in a louder, stronger, sterner, and more menacing voice.
No answer.
All was still.
What did it mean?