Dink retired with him into the bedroom, and received his hold-off in a few matter-of-fact sentences. A second after, Le Baron was out of the door, rushing down the steps.
"Your turn next," said Stover, with a wave of his hand to McCarthy.
"Yes."
The sound of hurrying feet and the shudder of hastily banged doors filled the house.
"My, they're having a busy time of it," said Stover.
"Yes."
Ten minutes passed. McCarthy, staring at his page, mechanically took up the dictionary, hiding the fear that started up. Stover rose, going to the window.
"They're running around Pierson Hall like a lot of ants," he said, drumming against the window.
"How far's this advance go?" said McCarthy in a matter-of-fact tone.
"End of page 152," said Stover. He came back frowning, glancing at the clock. It was seventeen minutes after the hour.