“In that case, we stand a mighty poor chance of being found.”
“Hark!” Herc grabbed Ned nervously.
“What’s the trouble?”
“What’s up?”
“I heard whispering.”
“Where?”
“Back there in the darkness. There it is again,” said Herc, whispering himself.
“I hear it, too, now. What on earth is it? I wish we had some weapon. It may be thieves.”
“Look!” cried Herc suddenly. “It is thieves! I saw two men just for an instant.”
“Who were they?”