It was now toward the middle of the afternoon, and it became pretty evident that the night would have to be spent in this neighborhood.
“I do hope that Seth will make his appearance before dark,” remarked Graham.
“Yes; I hope he will, for it will be dangerous when we can’t see him.”
“He must be aware of the threatened danger.”
“Yes; I am pretty confident that he is not very distant.”
“Hallo! what’s that?” whispered Graham.
“Ah! keep quiet; there’s something going on there.”
A death-like silence reigned for a few minutes; then, a slight rustling was heard close by Haldidge, and as he turned his alarmed gaze toward it, the form of Seth Jones rose to his feet beside him.
“Where did you come from?” asked Graham in astonishment.
“I have been watching you. In a little trouble, eh?”