“I am glad the door is b-barred.” Jeanne’s teeth chattered.
Having gone skulking along the building across the way, the men entered and closed the door. Two or three minutes later a wavering light appeared at one of the narrow windows.
“Perhaps they are robbing that place of some precious heirlooms!” Florence’s heart beat painfully, but she held herself in splendid control.
“This buil-building will be next!” Jeanne spoke with difficulty.
“Perhaps. I—I think we should do something about it.”
“But what?”
“We shall know. Providence will guide us.” Florence’s hand was on the bar. It lifted slowly.
What was to happen? They were going outside, Jeanne was sure of that. But what was to happen after that? She could not tell. Getting a good grip on herself, she whispered bravely:
“You lead. I’ll follow.”