In a moment he was undeceived as to this, for a burly fellow who was rebuilding the fire motioned him back to the tent with an oath. The attitude of the guard disclosed the hostility of the whole camp, notwithstanding the insincere conversation of Harris.
After breakfast Harris beckoned to the boy and the two proceeded up the plateau to the steep ascent which led to the summit of the ridge.
There Harris paused and drawing forth a field-glass looked intently in the direction of the shelf at the foot of the gully.
“Friends over there?” asked Carl knowing very well what the man was looking for.
“Why, some of our fellows who went out in search of the Englishman may have brought up over there!” Harris replied in a hesitating way.
“Can you see any of them?” asked the boy.
“I see people moving about on the ledge over there!”
“But you can’t tell who they are?” asked Carl.
“Hardly,” was the reply. “The distance is too great.”
Harris leveled his glass at the distant ledge once more, and seeing him thus occupied the boy crept down the incline to the west of the slope, and disappeared in a narrow and rather dismal-looking opening in the cliff.