"Slap through the head, too!" muttered Yorke. "Burke!" he added suddenly. Slavin met his eye with a steady, meaning stare; then, at something he read in his subordinate's face, the sergeant's deep-set orbs dilated strangely and he swung on his heel. "Aye!" he ejaculated with an oath "I was forghettin' thim come bhoys! let's go luk for thim. Shpread out, or we may miss the place."