"If it's raiders, we want to know it. Perhaps we can round up some of them," declared Horace.
And urging their ponies into a gallop, the boys rode forward.
When they were near enough to distinguish the flames they dismounted, hobbled their horses in the underbrush and approached on foot.
No sign of man or beast could they see, and their curiosity was further aroused.
"Stoop down so your heads are In the grass," admonished Horace. "It may be they have seen us and are hiding among the trees. Don't make any noise and stick close together."
Crouching low, the trio advanced stealthily. Nearer and nearer they drew, yet no sound could they hear. Consumed with curiosity, Horace suddenly stood up, determined to learn if any one were sleeping beside the fire.
Yet no sooner had he risen than a command rang out:
"Throw up your hands!"
The two brothers, ignorant of their companion's action, gasped at the words. But Horace let out a whoop of joy.
"Hooray! It's father and the boys," he cried so loud that instantly a dozen figures bounded from about the fire.