CHAPTER IX — WHAT FOLLOWED
The report of the gun, as may be supposed, had aroused both the ladies from their sleep.
"Did you hear it?" ejaculated Miss Priscilla, clutching her sister by the arm.
"Just so," muttered Sophia, in bewilderment. "It's the gun."
"Burglars!" exclaimed Sophia, in alarm.
"I am afraid so. What shall we do?"
"Run away," suggested Sophia.
"No, we must not leave the boy to be murdered."
"Perhaps he has shot them?" said Sophia, with a gleam of hope.