“You better come to bed—all of ye,” grumbled the old man.
“We’re coming—in a minute.” She heard his hand fumble at the door—and it creaked again—softly—and closed.
She groped her way back to the barrel, waiting beside it in the darkness.
XXIX
UPSTAIRS
When the man’s head reappeared, he came up briskly.
“All right?” she asked.
“All right,” he responded.
“Did you test the other end?”