"No!" I told him. "They didn't move. They just went out. And look! Again!"
There the lights were again—gleaming at us for all the world like the dim and baleful eyes of some waiting monster.
Chapter 18
"THAT'S WHERE THEY ARE WAITING FOR US!"
For some moments those yellow eyes gleamed at us, then vanished. The lids of that waiting monster (so to speak) had closed over them.
I had watched them very intently, and I was sure that there had been no movement of the eyes themselves. Milton, however, was just as sure that they had moved.
"To the right or to the left?" I queried.
"Neither. Down," said Rhodes.
"Then it must have been straight down."