A light flashed a few yards away, such an illumination as might be from a pocket electric lamp, and a voice broke the stillness.

Clint grasped Amy's arm, warning to silence.
Footsteps crossed the ground toward the hut.
Again the light flashed, but this time its rays were directed toward the ground and showed two pairs of legs and something that looked like a stout stick.

Then it went out again and the footsteps stopped.

The two men, whoever they were and whatever they were doing, remained some twenty feet from the watchers at the door.

Now and then they spoke, but so softly that the boys could not hear what was said.