“Hush!” interrupted Ben, and caught his companion by the shoulder. Then he pointed into the semi-darkness ahead. “Are those rebels, or friends?”
The road they were pursuing was, for the most part, a winding one. But they had now gained a straight stretch, the farther end of which was somewhat in the open. Looking in that direction 158 Ben had discerned six or seven figures stealing silently along, guns on shoulders and packs on their backs.
Major Morris came to a halt and surveyed the figures attentively. “I don’t believe they are our men,” he whispered. “None of the troops came as far as this—so the general stated.”
“Then, if they are rebels, what have they been doing?” went on Ben. “See, they have picks and shovels and axes.”
“Perhaps it’s an engineering corps,” and the major laughed softly at what he considered his little joke. “These Tagals are bound to be up-to-date, you know.”
“Well, if they are an engineering corps, what have they been doing?” demanded the young captain, who felt by no means satisfied at his companion’s words.
“I’ll give it up—no, I won’t, I’ll go forward and investigate,” came from the major. “There they go, around the turn, and walking just as fast as they can. If we want to catch up to them, we will have to hurry.”
“We don’t want to get too close, major. They are not the game we are after, remember.”
“True, captain, but it won’t do any harm to find out what we can of them. We may be doing General Lawton a great service by such an action.”