Suddenly Ted placed his hand on Bud's arm.
"Some one right ahead of us," he whispered.
"Sentinel, I reckon," answered Bud.
Ted nodded: "You stay here. I'm going forward. I'll be back soon."
Ted glided away into the gloom. Presently Bud heard a muffled cry. Then
all was still again.
He waited a few minutes, and was about to go forward, when he heard a
slight rustle beside him, and there stood Ted.
"It was a guard," he said. "I jumped him, and gagged him, but he gave me
a pretty good fight. I've rolled him away where his pals won't find him.
I guess we can go on now, but we must go slowly and quietly. I don't
know how many more of them are about."
"Get a line on where the hole is?"
"Yes, we're on the right track. It is ahead of us."
On they went, and, having proceeded about half a mile, they suddenly
became aware of the neighing of horses and the voices of men, which
seemed to come from beneath them, and it was not long before they saw a
glare of light against the rocks not far ahead.
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