All at once it was sighted by Dick’s Arab, which snorted out a challenge. This the coming steed heard, stopped short, threw up its head, answered the challenge, and then came galloping up to join the group of its kind.
“I know that horse,” cried Dick eagerly, “by the one white hindleg and hoof.”
“Where have you seen it?” said Wyatt.
“One of the Wazir’s friends used to ride it.”
“There, what did I tell you?” said Wyatt turning to Hulton. “I knew it directly. They’ve prepared a nice little trap for us; but we might have guessed it without this warning. Now then,” he continued, as the horse cantered so closely up to Burnouse that Dick deftly caught the loose bridle and secured the steed, “how will this do? We can pretty well guess where they will be. We must draw them out.”
“What! dismount men and skirmish with them?” cried Hulton warmly. “They will be too cunning for us.”
“If we did that,” said Wyatt quietly. “I meant something very different.”
“You must bear in mind that we are being watched.”
“Yes, I have taken that into consideration. Tell me what you think. The enemy know that we have just bivouacked for the night.”
Hulton nodded.