“I can hear it plain,” he told me. “Put your ear to the wall.”
“What the dickens?…” I said, bewildered.
“He’s drilling a hole in the stone wall. What we hear is the thump! thump! of his hammer.”
He suddenly clutched my arm.
“Down!” he hissed in my ear.
I fell flat.
“What was it?” I breathed, trembling all over.
“There’s some one over there by that elm tree. See?” [[90]]
My heart was making an awful racket.
“Looks like a boy,” breathed Scoop, squinting. “Here he comes. He’s going into the mill.”