"Come, Forrest, you may as well see this thing through with me." As they stumbled along the narrow way, Cecil whispered in Forrest's ear.
"What are we going to do with her ?" "God knows!" Forrest answered.

"Do you suppose that any one knows where she is?
Who is she ?" "One of the village girls," Cecil answered, "an old sweetheart of mine.
They are strange people, and have few friends.

I doubt whether any one knows that she is out to-night." Forrest passed on.
"If we are going to put our necks into the halter," he muttered, "a little extra trouble won't hurt us." They paused before the door.

The girl was looking at the padlock.
"A new padlock, I see," she remarked.

"Listen!" They all listened, and now there was no doubt about it.