"Yes; and, if we get out of this fix alive, we are in luck," Chester whispered back.
The horsemen below them did not pause in their march, but continued on through the woods.
"Evidently a scouting party returning," whispered Hal.
And still the long line of horsemen pressed on beneath them.
Suddenly there came the sharp crack, crack, of many rifles; and from beneath the two lads came the hoarse command of an officer:
"Forward!"
The line of horsemen quickened their pace; and then the firing ahead broke into a loud and steady roar.
For many minutes, it seemed to the two lads, the stream of horsemen poured on beneath them. Then the sound of firing became less distinct, and Hal and Chester dropped to the ground.
"At last! At last we are safe!" cried Hal.
"Safe?" repeated Chester. "How do you mean we are safe?"