Suddenly Roger plucked Oswald's sleeve, and said in a whisper: "Unless my eyes deceive me, master, I saw two dark figures flit from that clump of bushes, some forty yards away, to those next to them.
There they go again!" "I see them, Roger.

It may be that they are spies, who have crept up close.

Let us give chase to them." "Shall I shout, master ?" "No, no.

This is not an attack.

Stoop as low as you can or, if they look back, they will see that great figure of yours, and be off like hares.