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"Hist! " The officer gripped the sergeant's arm just above the elbow, bringing his mouth close up to his ear. "Don't move. " The words were hardly breathed, so low was the tense, sudden whisper, and the two men crouched motionless, peering into the darkness which enveloped them.
"Where, sir? " The sergeant slowly twisted his head till it was almost touching that of the man beside him; and he too, whose normal voice resembled a human fog horn, scarcely did more than frame the words with his lips.