"Where now?" cried one.
"We must scatter," and Mallius Lepus. "Each man for himself."
"We shall stick together, Mallius Lepus," said von Harben.
"To the end," replied the Roman.
"And here is Gabula," said von Harben, as the black joined them. "He shall come with us."
"We cannot desert the brave Gabula," said Mallius Lepus, "but the first thing for us to do is to find a hiding-place."
"There is a low wall across the avenue," said von Harben, "and there are trees beyond it."
"Come, then," said Mallius Lepus. "It is as good for now as any other place."
The three men hurried across the avenue and scaled the low wall, finding themselves in a garden so overgrown with weeds and underbrush that they at once assumed that it was deserted. Creeping through the weeds and forcing their way through the underbrush, they came to the rear of a house. A broken door, hanging by one hinge, windows from which the wooden blinds had fallen, an accumulation of rubbish upon the threshold marked the dilapidated structure as a deserted house.
"Perhaps this is just the place for us to hide until night," said von Harben.