"Digging ?"' "Something like it, anyhow," replied Dick.

"Listen." Bryce heard the ring of metal on stone.

And an unpleasant conviction stole over him that he was being forestalled, that somebody was beforehand with him, and he cursed himself for not having done the previous night what he had left undone till this night.
"Who are they ?" he asked.

"Did you see them--their faces ?" "Not their faces," answered Dick.

"Only their figures in the gloom.