CHAPTER XI 

THAT HERO OTTER 

"Help me to secure the gate," said Leonard presently. 

In another minute the great iron bar had been dropped into its place, and Leonard withdrew the key and put it in his pocket. 

"Why do you secure the door, Baas?" whispered Otter. 

"To keep the real Pierre out, in case he should come this way. Two Pierres would be one too many at this game. Now we must win or perish." 

Then they crept along the embankment till they gained the shelter of the hut or barrack-shed which stood with its back to the dike that separated the Nest from the slave camp. Happily none saw them, and there were no dogs in the place. Dogs make a noise at inconvenient times, therefore slave-dealers do not love them. 

The end of the shed behind which they were crouching was situated some eight or ten paces from the drawbridge, that formed the only path of entry to the slave camp. 

"Baas," said Otter, "let me go forward and look. My eyes are the eyes of a cat; I can see in the dark. Perhaps the bridge is down." 

Without waiting for an answer, he crept forward on his hands and knees so quietly that they could scarcely hear a movement. Notwithstanding his white dress, there was little chance of his being seen, for the shadow of the shed was dense and a fringe of rushes grew along the edge of the dike. 

Five minutes passed--ten minutes passed, and Otter did not return. Leonard's anxiety grew very keen. 
Who wanted to adjust the gate?
Who helped him?
Where was the key placed?
Who needed to be kept out?
Where did they crawl to?
How far from the bridge?
What was unique to the bridge?
Who claimed to have cat eyes?
What did he volunteer to do?
What was he wearing?
Did he end up leaving?
How long before he returned?
Leonard
Help me to secure the gate," said Leonard presently
Otter
"Why do you secure the door, Baas?" whispered Otter
in his pocket.
 withdrew the key and put it in his pocket. 

the real Pierre
To keep the real Pierre out
the hut
Then they crept along the embankment till they gained the shelter of the hut 
eight or ten paces
some eight or ten paces from the drawbridge
it's the only path of entry
that formed the only path of entry to the slave camp
Otter
said Otter, "let me go forward and look. My eyes are the eyes of a cat;
go forward and look.
let me go forward and look.
a white dress
Notwithstanding his white dress
yes
 he crept forward 
he did not return
Five minutes passed--ten minutes passed, and Otter did not return