"Any old place. Leave it here."
"Let's take it along to find the path with."
"Yes, and have Crowley or Murdock see it and get on to the whole thing! I guess not! Blow it out and leave it by the boat-house."
Then came darkness again and the sound of feet drawing near Roy's place of concealment. On they came, trooping up the path, laughing and talking softly. Roy crawled gingerly back into the bushes. The first of the crowd passed within arm's reach, or so it sounded. Then came others, stumbling and muttering. Presently,
"Is that you, Jim!" asked one of the passers.
"That's me," answered a clear voice.
"Coming up to the room for that medicine?"
"What medicine?"
"For your cold."
"Say, you want to get to sleep, my boy. I haven't got any cold."