"Lacy ain't fergettin' the profit in all this," he whispered hoarsely.
"The boys are goin' ter be dry, an' he'll sell 'em all they
want--wouldn't mind if I had some myself. Is it dark enough, mate?"
"The sooner the better!"
"That's my ticket. Come on then, but don't make a sound; them lads are
more liable to hear than they are to see us. Let me go first."
The log was at the other end of the little island, but there was a
considerable rift in the rock surface, not deep, but of sufficient
width to permit the passage of a body. The jagged stone made the way
rough in the dark, and Westcott found himself at the upper extremity,
gashed and bruised by the contact.
Brennan had already lowered himself into the water, assisted in the
downward climb by some low, tough bushes whose tendrils clung
tenaciously to the smooth rock. Westcott followed silently, and found
footing in about three feet of water, where it swirled around the base
of the island. From this low point, their eyes close to the surface of
the stream, the men could dimly discern the shore lines silhouetted
against the slightly lighter sky.
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