"What were the sounds like?"
"I don't know."
"Were they loud or faint?"
"Faint—mysterious."
"Great Heaven," said I, "what can it be? How long since you first heard it?"
"Only a few minutes. I can't imagine why the sounds have ceased. It certainly was coming this way. I wonder if it has discovered our presence."
"In that case, we had better look out."
"Well, that is what we are doing."
"Hadn't we better wake the Dromans?"
"I see no necessity for it. When the thing comes—it was coming, I know—they may be awakened suddenly enough. The men are farther from the passage of course, than we are, the ladies farther still. It must pass us before it can reach them; and we have our revolvers."