“What was that?” breathed Scoop, clutching my arm. [[89]]
I hadn’t heard anything.
“There!”
I sharpened my ears. Thump! thump! thump! It was a muffled sound. Only by straining my ears could I distinguish it above the ordinary night sounds that came out of the mill-pond marsh.
“It’s in the upper part of the mill,” whispered Scoop. “Let’s go in and find out what it is.”
“No!” I cried, in a sudden panic, sort of.
Thump! thump! thump!
Scoop got up and tiptoed to the mill, a few feet away, putting his ear to the thick stone wall.
“Jerry!”
I joined him.