sound came to their ears; it might have been a house of the dead.
Suddenly Drummond, who was in front of the other two, stopped with a warning hiss. A light was streaming out from under a door at the end of a passage, and, as they stood watching it, they heard a man's voice coming from the same room. Someone else answered him, and then there was silence once more.
At length Hugh moved forward again, and the others followed. And it was not until they got quite close to the door that a strange, continuous noise began to be noticeable—a noise which came most distinctly from the lighted room. It rose and fell with monotonous regularity; at times it resembled a brass band—at others it died away to a gentle murmur. And occasionally it was punctuated with a strangled snort….
"Great Scott!" muttered Hugh excitedly, "the whole boiling-bunch are asleep, or I'll eat my hat."
"Then who was it that spoke?" said Algy. "At least two of 'em are awake right enough."
And, as if in answer to his question, there came the voice again from inside the room.
"Wal, Mr. Darrell, I guess we can pass on, and leave this bunch."
With one laugh of joyful amazement Hugh flung open the door, and found himself looking from the range of a yard into two revolvers.
"I don't know how you've done it, boys," he remarked, "but you can put those guns away. I hate looking at them from that end."
