West startled, crept back into a corner, every nerve alert at approaching peril.

He recognized Hobart's voice, as the fellow plunged down the steps from the first floor out into the yard.
"To hell, of course he's here!" he stormed.

"My God, man, he dived out head first; I saw him.

He'll be dead as a door nail now.

Come on with that lantern, Turner.