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" we do, Blake?" was the whispered question.

"Stay here, I guess. If we run they'll see us or hear us. Besides, we haven't done anything to run for."

"I know it, but those men look like ugly customers. I wonder what they can be up to?"

"They are—" began Blake, and then he pulled Joe down beside him in the bushes.

"He's turned off to one side," Blake went on. "He hasn't seen us, and he doesn't know just where to look. He may pass us by. Keep still!"

Together they crouched down. The man looked around as though to trace the noise which had been made when Joe accidentally stepped on a stick, which broke under his weight.

"Don't breathe," whispered Blake, with his lips close to Joe's ear. "I think he's going to pass us by."