It was not loud, and yet that light, snarling, sinister note was evident.
The sensitive, attuned mind can be easily affected by a voice, and the menace of the unknown beyond the blanket deepened.

Dick felt a curious prickling at the roots of his hair.

He listened intently, but he could not understand anything that was spoken, and then he drew himself forward with great caution.
They must be talking about something of importance, because the voices were earnest, and sometimes all three spoke at once.

He reached a slow hand toward the blanket.

The danger would be great, but he must see.
He drew back the blanket slightly, a quarter of an inch, maybe, and looked within the room.