“We git you.”
There was a clatter of feet into the hall. The door went closed. A key clicked in the lock. Then Gennor began moving quickly about the room.
Scoop’s eyes held a worried look.
“He’s up to something, Jerry.”
“Easy,” I whispered.
“He hasn’t told them about the talking frog. They would have mentioned it if they had known [[209]]about it. They think it’s a game. I wish I could see what he’s doing.”
A minute passed; two minutes.
“I can’t stand it any longer,” Scoop said in a strained voice. “I’ve got to see what he’s up to.”
“But if you open the door,” I told him, worried, “he’ll hear you and yell for his gang.”
But the other was not to be stopped.