"No better. If—— Look there!" he suddenly exclaimed, his voice sunk to a whisper.
Some one had walked deliberately by, outside the window, gazing at what there might be to see within the room. Was it the Tiger? Frank's heart beat nineteen to the dozen.
"Did you see him, Charley?"
"Who was it?" whispered Charley.
"I'm not quite sure; he passed so quickly. The Tiger, I conclude. Yes, I feel sure of it. I know the cut of his hat."
"What consummate impudence, to be trespassing here!"
They both left the room, made their way to a side-door, and looked out. No one was in sight; and yet, whosoever it was that had passed must have come that way.
"He has turned back," said Charley: and as he spoke he advanced cautiously amidst the shrubs that skirted that end of the house, and looked round at the front.
No. Not a soul was to be seen or heard. Had he scampered straight across the lawn and made off? It seemed like it.
"I wonder what it's coming to!" cried Charley. "Could we have him warned off the estate, I wonder?"