“If we could only capture that camp!” murmured Juan, eagerly.
To his intense delight, Hal made this whispered reply:
“By thunder, we’ll try it, if we go under for it!”
“Oh, my brave friend,” quivered Juan Ramirez, “you have spoken as our brave Gomez would speak!”
For a few moments the heads of the two youths bobbed together in earnest, whispered conversation.
When they had finished, Juan crept off through the bushes with the stealth of an Indian.
He reached a spot twenty feet away from our hero before he halted and signaled back.
Through the bushes the muzzle of Hal’s rifle protruded.
As he aimed at one of the sentinels, a curious thrill swept over the American.
He was about to take a life, and unfairly, it seemed, since he must fire from ambush upon an unsuspecting foe.