Clancy gripped his chum tensely by the arm.

They did not speak, even in whispers, but crouched at the edge of the corn and watched and listened.
"Yes, indeed," the professor was saying, in his cracked voice, "you aver rightly, Mr.Heppner, that this is a remarkable country, most remarkable.

Over in the Picket Post Mountains, if you please, I have seen misty island-like protuberances, resembling greatly the post-pliocene crannoges of the Roscommon loughs.

Now--" "Call off the dog, professor," interrupted Heppner.

"I'm a government agent, and I'm here on business.