“No.”
“Nor those chaps as was stalking us?”
“The distance is too great unless they have powerful glasses.”
“That’s good, sir. Then all we’ve got to mind is those chaps we’ve been skirmishing with. They’ll be like the rest of ’em, I expect—hanging after us till they can get a shot.”
“Yes; and I’m afraid that they will descend into yon little side valley to try and get ahead of us, so as to lie in wait, farther on.”
“Like as not, sir. Just the sort of mean thing they would do, never stopping to think as we could easily have shot their chief in the back when we were in ambush, just as I could have dropped that chap in his tracks just now. I don’t want to brag, sir; but I could.”
“It is not boasting, my lad,” said Bracy. “You have your marks for good shooting. But we must countermarch those fellows. We have nearly a mile the start of them, and I don’t suppose those two bodies of men are likely to take any notice of such a pair of rough-looking objects as we are; so come along.”
“Which way, sir?”
“Straight for our mountain yonder. What we want is a deep gully into which we could plunge, and then we could walk fast or run part of the way.”
“And hide again, sir? Well, it’ll be strange if in all this great mountainy place we can’t puzzle those fellows behind.”