"Let's git after it.

You slip along the path, and I'll go round ahead of it.

Feel yer way, and don't make no noise if ye run agin anything.

And mind this"-- and here Tony spoke in one of the most impressive of whispers--"don't you fire till yer _dead certain_ what it is." With this Tony slipped away into the darkness, and Harry, grasping his gun, set out to feel his way.

He felt his way along the path for a short time, and then he felt his way out of it.