“S——h,” he cautioned as Jack sat up in bed and started to speak. “Someone’s trying to get in.”
This statement brought Jack up wide awake.
“Where are they?” he whispered.
“At the front door. Listen.”
“Yep, I hear ’em now. Let’s get something on,” and slipping from the bed Jack drew on his trousers and shoes and Bob did the same.
“Now what?” Jack asked.
“Wait a minute till I get the gun,” Bob whispered as he groped his way softly to the table in the living room.
Pulling open the drawer he grasped the revolver in his right hand and stole quietly across the room until he was close to the door. The fumbling with the knob had ceased but, pressing his ear against the door, he could hear the faint sound of whispers. Then the knob was turned again.
“Who’s there?” Bob called loudly.
For a moment there was no reply, then a voice said.