Shh." With heart thumping in his breast, Hervey looked down where Tom pointed and saw amid the dense thicket a glint of bright red.

Even as he looked, it moved, and appeared again in another tiny opening of the thicket close by.
"What is it ?" he whispered.
"A.

H." Tom hardly breathed.

"It's little Anthony Harrington--shh.

Don't speak from now on; just follow me.