Ten minutes later the squad appeared, and the general, mounting his own horse, which had been standing by, placed himself at their head. Then he motioned the lads to climb up before two of the soldiers and point out the way to the den.
This the lads did, and soon the squad was trotting briskly along the streets.
Some distance from the rendezvous Hal called a halt, and jumped lightly to the ground. Chester and General Gallieni also dismounted.
"I believe it would be a good idea for my friend and I to go first," said Hal to the general. "We are still in our Apache togs. One of your men can come with us, so as to be able to point out the way. Then he can return and bring you. In the meantime we can see that the door is left open."
General Gallieni assented to this plan, and Hal, Chester and one soldier made their way forward.
Hal recognized the little frame house at once, but just as he was about to enter a figure stole softly across the street and took Chester by the arm.
It was Jean.
"You won't be able to open the door in the passageway," he said in a low tone.
"Great Scott!" exclaimed Chester. "How do you happen to be here?"
"I expected that there would be a raid," was the reply, "and I came to help you. You had better let me take the lead."