“Maybe it is old Crabtree.”
“I think it is Mr. Strong by his hat,” said Jack, handling the glass. “I can’t see his face very clearly. He is slowing up and—— Well, I declare!”
Jack stopped suddenly and gave another long look.
“See! see!” he exclaimed. “Two men are on the road. What are they doing?”
“They seem to be quarreling with the carriage driver,” answered Andy. “They are hauling him out of the carriage, and, yes, it is Mr. Strong!”
“If he is in trouble, we ought to help him!”
“Right you are! Come on!”
Shutting up the spyglass, the two cadets hurried from the top of the hill in the direction of the wagon-road. The way was rough and uncertain and they had to beware of dangerous holes. Once they got caught in a tangle of bushes and had to go back.
“I hope we are not losing the right direction,” panted Andy, as he paused to gaze round.
“We are all right,” answered the young major. “Hurry up! He may be in peril of his life!”