Just, however, as we got out of the turnip field, my companion turned to me, and gasped,—
“Look there—to the left! There’s someone over in that clump of bushes there. By Heaven! old fellow, we’ve been seen!”
“Are you sure?” I cried hoarsely, glancing at the same moment in the direction he had indicated.
“Certain. I saw the figure draw back as we passed. My eyes don’t deceive me in the dark—I’m used to it.”
“Then we’re betrayed!” I said breathlessly.
“Yes. That’s quite certain,” was his hard response. “We’ve been watched—just as I feared.”