The lad ran, rifle in hand, to answer his father’s call, but only to stop short to look round sharply, feeling that he was leaving Fitz behind.
“Oh, there you are,” he cried, as he caught sight of the lad following swiftly after. “I thought that you were not coming.”
“I was obliged to. You don’t suppose that I want to be left alone here by myself?”
“No, I suppose not. ’Tis a wild spot. It wouldn’t be very pleasant if one of the enemy came upon you. You’d be rather safer along with us. Come on; we had better run. Mind how you come. These logs are rather slippery where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“Yes, and you had better mind, or some of this tangled stuff that’s growing up between will trip you up. Rather awkward if your gun went off.”
A few minutes later they came up to where the skipper was standing waiting for them.
“Found the place, father?”
“Yes; it’s just over yonder in a clearing beyond those trees.”
“Where are the men?”
“Inside the house.”