“Is that you, lieutenant?”
The voice which called to him was familiar.
Barlow breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes,” he said, and immediately the dark form came forward.
“I been wonderin’ how I could git inside to see ye.”
“Don’t speak so loud, Dave,” Barlow warned, “or you may be heard.”
“It was jes’ luck that I did see ye, too,” went on the villain.
“Your eyes are keen, to recognize me in the darkness here!” Barlow observed.
“Lieutenant, there ain’t many better; I kin see in the dark jes’ like a cat. What’s up?”
“Who said anything was up?”
“You did; by the way you sneaked along there; and why was you goin’ to climb over the wall here, ’stead of goin’ in through the gate? A blind man could tell somethin’ was up by them things.”