"Hardly, if they were all sound asleep around a dying campfire, dead to the world," quoth Paul, chuckling now.
But the others uttered low but vehement exclamations.
"Don't you see what he means, Wallace?" asked Jack.
"Sure. What a couple of fools you and I were," came the scathing reply.
"We've been followed by two of our own boys. They must have watched us crawl out of camp, and not wanting us to have all the fun, here they come creeping after us. What shall we do, Paul?" Jack queried in the other's ear; for the flitting figures were now very near.
"Open our arms and welcome the recruits. If they're just bound to join forces with us, why should we make any kick. I'm glad of it."
Then raising his voice a little, Paul continued:
"Hey! there!"
They could hear the murmur of voices. Evidently the two shadows were talking it over, and must have arrived at some quick conclusion, for presently same a hail.
"Hello! Paul, Jack!"