As silently as a shadow he led the way through the brushwood and to the open forest once more. Fortunately the coming of night now favored them, along with the heavy clouds which still hung low in the sky.
Deeper and deeper they plunged into the growths until they came to some rough rocks, back of which was a hollow filled with stagnant water.
“Let us climb over some of the rocks,” whispered the backwoodsman. “That will cut off the trail—in case they do happen to strike it.”
With a heavy heart Dave did as advised, and the pair covered another distance of a hundred yards. Here the rocks were larger, forming a cliff considerably higher than that where the fateful shelter had been located.
“I see something of an opening,” announced Raymond presently. “It ought to make a good hiding place.”
He pointed to a split between the rocks. The opening was high and just wide enough for them to squeeze through. To the rear was located a dark cave of unknown depth.
“We’ll rest here,” said Raymond, and threw himself on a rocky seat. “Keep your musket ready for use.”
“It is all ready,” answered Dave, and sank beside his companion, wondering what had become of Henry, and how this unexpected encounter was going to terminate.