“It’s all right,” came from Boxer.
“Nobody in sight?” questioned Ben.
“Nary a reb, cap’n.”
“I’m glad of it,” put in Larry, with a sigh of relief. “I never want to fall in with them again!” And he shuddered. He would never forget how close he had been to death at their hands.
They came down the tree, and after a drink from the stream, set out again, this time following the watercourse over the rocks until the cliff was left behind. Here they struck a bit of marsh and had to make a detour, finally coming out, much to their surprise, on what appeared to be a regular highway through the forest.
“Now, if we only knew where this leads to,” cried Ben.
“I reckon it leads to San Isidro,” came from Boxer. “But we may be a good number of mil—”
“Look! look!” ejaculated Striker, pointing up the road. “The rebels, as sure as you air born! An’ they air comin’ about a thousand strong, too. Boys, we air lost!”