At the same moment two dark figures came from about a corner of the building.

He could just distinguish that they carried some heavy burden between them and that they staggered as they moved.
He heard Slosson curse drunkenly, and a whispered word from Murrell.

The two men slowly crossed the truck patch, and the boy's glance followed them, his eyes starting from his head.

Just at the mouth of the lane they paused and put down their burden; a few words spoken in a whisper passed between them and they began to drag some dark thing down the lane, their backs bent, their heads bowed and the thing they dragged bumping over the uneven ground.
They passed out of sight, and breathless and palsied, Hannibal crept about a corner of the tavern.

He must be sure! The door of the bar stood open; the lamps were still burning, and the upturned chairs and a broken table told of the struggle that had taken place there.