They came rapidly as if the person was half running.

Hardly had he located the direction of the sound when a figure appeared in the opening and hurried toward the door of the cabin.
A dozen yards from him it paused for a moment and turned partly about, as if inspecting the path over which it had come.

With a greeting whistle Captain Plum jumped to his feet.

He heard a little throat note, which was not the chuckling of Obadiah Price, and the figure ran almost into his arms.

A sudden knowledge of having made a mistake drew Captain Plum a pace backward.