They found Bogle in his yard, and told him that they had a warrant for his apprehension.
They had not the slightest doubt that Raikes and Bogle were outside.
Meanwhile, Bogle had rushed across the cave in quest of a weapon.
Bogle drew a packet of letters from his pocket and held them up.
Nearer and nearer came Bogle, noisily threshing the undergrowth.
Just as he got possession of the weapon, Bogle dashed at him with a cry of fury.
“You will find out presently,” said Bogle, with a mocking smile.
Bogle was setting the table, and Sparwick was frying slices of venison.
Then he was satisfied that Bogle and Sparwick were buried deep in slumber.
Before he could make a second attempt, Bogle was at his heels.
