"Do you want to kill a fellow ?" "No," said Lester, whose voice trembled so that it was almost inaudible.

"There's somebody coming!" Before Bob could ask any more questions, a loud, shrill whistle, which sounded only a little distance away, rang through the quarters, followed almost immediately by the impatient yelp of a hound.

The young prowlers were frightened almost out of their senses.

Before they could make up their minds what ought to be done, a voice shouted: "Here they be! Take 'em, fellers! Take 'em down!" Another impatient yelp and the rush of feet on the hard road told the boys that Don Gordon's hounds were coming.

This aroused them, and showed them the necessity of making an effort to escape.