"A wig! a wig! My kingdom for a wig!"
CHAPTER XIII.
THE BRIGANDS' CAMP—A MOUNTAIN BIVOUAC—AN ALARM—THE SOLDIERS—A
CHALLENGE—THE BRIGANDS' WIDOW—FATAL NEWS.
We change the scene.
And now we find ourselves in a mountain pass, where a number of rough-looking men are grouped about a camp fire.
A short distance from this group stands a tall man, leaning moodily upon the muzzle of his musket, while he watches the zig-zag paths up the mountain side.
Upon this man one can see the whole safety of the party depends.
He is on sentry.
A prolonged silence was suddenly broken by the sentinel looking up and grasping his musket nervously, while he turned a warning gesture to the camp.