"Did you hear any thing?"

Jacko pointed with his finger down the centre walk of the shed, and
Harry, striking another match as he went, rushed forward. But the
match was out as soon as ignited, and gave no glimmer of light.
Nevertheless he saw, or thought that he saw, the figure of a man
escaping out of the open end of the shed. The place itself was black
as midnight, but the space beyond was clear of trees, and the
darkness outside being a few shades lighter than within the building,
allowed something of the outline of a figure to be visible. And as
the man escaped, the sounds of his footsteps were audible enough.
Harry called to him, but of course received no answer. Had he pursued
him, he would have been obliged to cross sundry rails, which would
have so delayed him as to give him no chance of success.

"I knew there was a fellow about," he said; "one of our own men would
not have run like that."

Jacko shook his head, but did not speak.

"He has got in here for shelter out of the rain, but he was doing no
good about the place."

Jacko again shook his head.

"I wonder who he was?"

Jacko came up and whispered in his ear, "Bill Nokes."

"You couldn't see him."