This is where we take to the marshes.Listen.Can you hear anything ?" They both held their breath.
"Nothing yet," Collins muttered.

"Let's get the things out quickly." Granet hurried to the back of the car, ripping open the coverings.

In a few moments they had dragged over the side a small collapsible boat of canvas stretched across some bamboo joints, with two tiny sculls.

They clambered up the bank.
"The creek must be close here," Granet whispered.

"Don't show a light.
Listen!" This time they could hear the sound of an engine beating away in the boat-house on the other side of the Hall.