Corporal gave a low whistle, which after a second or two was answered from the hill-side.
“That’s all right!” said the other, in tones of relief. “See anything of the cart?”
Corporal peered round in the darkness.
“Yes—all right down there.”
“Come on, then. Keep your eye on Jim, though, he’s a mighty hand at going more than his share.”
“Trust me,” growled Corporal.
Then Percy felt himself seized again and dragged forward.
In about five minutes they halted again, and the whistle was repeated.
The answer came from close at hand this time.
“All square?” whispered Corporal.