Not two hundred yards ahead could be seen a line of army huts, extending on either side as far as the eye could see.
"Ummm," grunted the lieutenant. Then: "Doesn't look like much chance of getting through here."
At the same instant there came from the rear the sound of the footsteps of a large body of men approaching with confusion.
"The crowd!" cried Hal.
The lieutenant was a man of action, as already has been seen.
"Follow me!" he exclaimed, and dashed to the right. His three companions ran after him.
Suddenly the lieutenant stopped and pointed ahead.
"Horses!" he whispered. "Good!"
He advanced more slowly, the others closely behind him.
"If we can cut out four horses," explained the lieutenant, "we will have a chance. We'll make a dash and trust to luck and the darkness."