for they knew that their faces would be grey against the surrounding darkness and that Markel might see them.
In an agony of suspense they heard the footsteps come closer.
Markel poked around among the rubbish at the side of the mill. It was plain that he was not yet convinced that he had been suffering from a delusion when he saw the moving forms on the hillside and he meant to satisfy himself beyond any shadow of doubt that there was no one lurking in the vicinity of the mill.
Nearer and nearer he came.
His body brushed against the overhanging branches of the willow. He was now only a few yards away from the Hardy boys.
Breathlessly, they waited. They stood, rigid and motionless, not daring to look up.
Markel's footsteps came to a stop. He was standing but a short distance away, listening intently.
Had he seen them?
