CHAPTER XIX
A LITTLE LEARNING
“Listen! What is that?”
A low rumble of voices was heard, coming from the rear of Grantly.
“Could it be the dancers coming home?” suggested Helen.
“No, not from that direction!”
The rumble increased to a roar, low but continuous. Evidently a great many persons were talking or muttering and they were getting closer and closer.
“Let’s have a light, so we kin see!” said a voice louder and clearer than the rest, and then there was a guffaw from many throats.
“A lot of darkies!” gasped Helen. “What can they be doing here?”