“Have they horses?” asked Captain Guerez; and Murillo nodded.
“Then come, all of you!” cried Alano’s father. He started out of the door, and we came after him. Hardly, however, had he taken a dozen steps than he pushed each of us behind a clump of bushes.
“Soldiers!” he muttered. “They are coming from the opposite direction!”
“We are caught in a trap!” exclaimed Alano. “We cannot go back, and we cannot go forward.”
“Here is a how d’ye do!” put in Burnham. “I’m sure I don’t want to take to those beastly swamps.”
Murillo had followed us to the doorway. His face took on a troubled look, for he wanted us to get away in safety.
“More soldiers coming the other way!” he cried. “What will you do? Ah, I have it! Come into the house at once?”
“But what will you do?” queried Captain Guerez impatiently.
“I’ll show you. Come, and you shall be safe.”