But just behind Ballantyne, on a sideboard against the wall of the tent opposite to that wall where the writing-table stood, he noticed a syphon of soda, a decanter of whisky and a long glass which was not quite empty.

He looked at Ballantyne curiously and as he looked he saw him start and stare with wide-opened eyes into the dim corners of the tent.

Ballantyne had forgotten Thresk's presence.

He stood there, his body rigid, his mouth half-open and fear looking out from his eyes and every line in his face--stark paralysing fear.

Then he saw Thresk staring at him, but he was too sunk in terror to resent the stare.
"Did you hear anything ?" he said in a whisper.
"No." "I did," and he leaned his head on one side.