Silently as a cat he stole onward, at intervals pausing to listen; but he could only bear the hissing sound of the upper cascade—to which he was now making approach.
There was a space in front of the waterfall, where the trees stood thinly, and this opening was soon reached.
On arriving at its edge the Maroon again stopped to reconnoitre.
Scarcely a second of time did he need to pause. Light flashed in his eyes through the interstices of what appeared to be a sort of grating. It was the bamboo door of the obeah hut. Voices, too, reverberated through the bars.
Within were the men upon whom it was his purpose to play eavesdropper.
In another instant Cubina was cowering under the cotton-tree, close up to the doorpost.