"There was a shot! Listen! There's another!"
I seemed, myself, to hear the sound of distant shots. At Turber's?
"An automobile tire blowing out," I said. "Or a car back-firing."
But she insisted: "I thought I heard screams—some one screaming—"
"Nonsense!"
Another interval. The searchlight off there hung steady.
"Ed, what is that? Don't you hear?"
I heard nothing; but Nanette did, quite evidently.
"Someone coming! Can't you hear them?"
Then I heard it. Running, approaching footsteps, clattering faintly in the darkness on the stony road!