Once more he bowed low to them, swung sharply about on his heel and was gone. With hoarse commands from the officers, the troops faced to the left and marched off.
“I guess we had better be moving, Shirley,” said Mabel.
Instead of turning to the right, they went straight back.
“It should be safer here,” said Mabel as they hurried along. “The revolutionists are liable to advance on the right as well as on the left!”
“I wish we could get some place where we could see,” declared Shirley.
Mabel stooped in her tracks and gazed at her friend in the utmost astonishment.
“Shirley!” she exclaimed. “Surely you don’t mean that?”
“Of course I mean it. If we could only find some place where it is safe.”
Unconsciously the girls had borne off to the left, and now suddenly they came upon a clearing in the midst of the woods. And as they glanced back, they saw the Nicaraguan government troops advancing across it.
But even as they looked the troops came to a halt, and most of them fell to their knees. Shirley looked around quickly. Directly behind her was a large tree.