s-s-t

Updated: May 9, 2025

It were better to be recaptured ourselves than that." Then he commenced groping his way about the floor of the dark chamber searching for the trap that led to the corridors beneath. At length he summoned me by a low, "S-s-t," and I crept toward the sound of his voice to find him kneeling on the brink of an opening in the floor. "There is a drop here of about ten feet," he whispered.

Edgar Rice Burroughs - The Gods of Mars