“Amos!”
That was Jack whispering softly in his ear, and the one addressed squeezed his chum’s arm to let him understand that he heard.
“Do you see him up there?”
“Sure.”
“We want to creep up as close as we can.”
“Then what?”
“When you hear me begin to yell join in, and both rush toward him. Get that, do you, Amos?”
“Yes, but he’s sure to break the cord, and let the kite go.”
“All right. That answers our purpose,” Jack told him, which certainly was a fact the other had not considered—they were not trying to capture the kite that carried the twin red lights; it would be sufficient if they could induce the unknown spy to break the straining cord, and let the airy fabric bearing the signal lanterns float into space beyond, to eventually seek the ground.
Once more the boys moved forward.