DALE PAYS A VISIT Shortly after midnight Sanderson was sound asleep on the cot in the cell when a strange, scraping noise awakened him.

He lay still for a long time, listening, until he discovered that the sound came from the window.

Then he sat up stealthily and looked around to see, framed in the starlit gloom of the night, the face of Barney Owen, staring in through the window at him.
The sight of Owen enraged Sanderson, but his curiosity drove him to the window.
The little man was hanging to the iron bars; his neck muscles were straining, his face was red and his eyes bright.
"Don't talk, now!" he warned.

"The boss of the dump is awake and he'll hear.

He's in his room; there's nobody else around.