Fyles nodded.
“So have I,” he agreed. “But we’ve broke the back of things. And—you’ll be kept busy all day to—I was going to say to-morrow. I mean to-day.”
McBain sat down again.
“Yes, sir. A couple of hours’ sleep’ll do me, though. We daren’t spare ourselves. It’s sort of life and death to us.”
Fyles shot a keen look into the other’s face.
“I shouldn’t be surprised if it were literally so.”
McBain’s voice was sharply questioning.
But Fyles only laughed. There was no mirth in his expression, and McBain understood.
“Never mind,” the officer went on, with a careless shrug. “Best turn in. We’ll know all about it when the time comes.”