The Advice of Big Slim.
The Advice of Big Slim.For a moment Kenyon literally held his breath. There was no movement, though his ears were strained to catch any sound.
“Whoever it is,” he thought, “they are standing, listening, the same as I am.”
With the greatest possible caution he drew back a step; the soft felt creepers prevented any noise and he exercised the greatest care that there should be no rustling of his clothing. He had retreated three or four steps when he touched the opposite wall; and as he stood listening he caught the creaking of the door once more, as though the unknown had opened it wider. Then there came a faint fall of footsteps, gentle and guarded; and through the thick darkness came the trembling whisper:
“Who’s there?”
Kenyon made no sound. There was a silence
