At last, stopped against a perpendicular wall ten feet high, he heard them creeping toward him from both sides, with a guarded "Coo-ee!" each to the other; John Wesley slipped down the hill to the nearest bush.

His neighbors came together and held a whispered discourse.

They viewed the barrier with marked patience, it seemed; they sat down in friendly fashion and smoked cigarette after cigarette; the hum of their hushed voices reached Pringle, murmuring and indistinct.

It might almost be thought that they were willing for others to precede them in the place of honor.

A faint glow showed in the east; the moon had thoughts of rising.
After an interminable half-hour the two worthies passed on to the right.