"Wait a minute."
Saying this, Marlowe rose from his seat, and advancing to the corner, leaned over the sleeping boy, and listened intently to his deep regular breathing.
"What's up?" asked Morgan, surprised.
"I wanted to make sure that the boy was asleep," answered Marlowe.
"Why? Don't you want him to hear?"
"No, I don't; for what I have to say is about him."
"Go ahead."
"I mistrust that he's going to sell us, Jack."
"What!" exclaimed Morgan.
"Don't speak so loud. You might wake him."