and both of them would be armed. Neither Clive nor Dunn had a
weapon, and Dunn saw the danger of the position and took the only
course available.

"Go," he whispered fiercely into Clive's ear.



CHAPTER XV

THE SOUND OF A SHOT


He melted away into the darkness as he spoke, and through the night
he slipped, one shadow more amongst many, from tree to bush, from
bush to tree. Across a patch of open grass he crawled on his hands
and knees; and once lay flat on his face when against the skyline
he saw a figure he was sure was Deede Dawson's creep by a yard or
two on his right hand.

On his left another shadow showed, distinguishable in the night
only because it moved.

In a moment both shadows were gone, secret and deadly in the dark,
and Dunn was very sure that Clive's life and his own both hung
upon a slender chance, for if either of them was discovered the
leaping bullet would do the rest.

It would be safe and easy--suspected burglars in a garden at
midnight--nothing could be said. He lay very still with his face