"Supposin'—" said Peter. "Well, remember you got th' gun, an' I hain't got anythin'."
"Thunder!" said the major.
When they got to where the stalks were very short because of the shade cast by the trees of the wood, they halted again. The leaves were gently swishing in the breeze. Before them stretched the mystic green wall of the forest, and there seemed to be in it eyes which followed each of their movements.
Peter at last said, "I don't believe there's anybody in there."
"Yes, there is, too," said the major. "I'll bet anythin' he's in there."
"How d' yeh know?" asked Peter. "I'll bet he ain't within a mile o' here."
The major suddenly ejaculated, "Listen!"
They bent forward, scarce breathing, their mouths agape, their eyes glinting. Finally, the major turned his head. "Did yeh hear that?" he said hoarsely.
"No," said Peter in a low voice. "What was it?"
The major listened for a moment. Then he turned again. "I thought I heerd somebody holler!" he explained cautiously.