"That spoils all!" said the voice. "He'll awake. A noise like that might rouse the dead. You did not say there was a dog. Damn you! Forward!"
Forward they went--tramp, tramp--with mustering, manifold, slow-filing tread. They were gone.
Shirley stood erect, looked over the wall, along the road.

"That spoils all!" said the voice. "He'll awake. You did not say there was a dog. Damn you! Forward!"
Forward they went - tramp, tramp - until they were gone.
Shirley stood up and looked over the wall, along the road.
