“Yes,” he said, “that’s another sign-post to show us our way, and I dare say we shall come upon some more, ready to prove that we are on the right track. The crows seem to have been pretty busy there, boy.”
“The crows and the ants,” said Marcus.
“Yes, and maybe the wolves have been down from the mountains to have their turn.”
“Whoever would think, Serge, that those scattered white bones had once formed a beautiful horse, just such a one as these we have in the chariot?”
“Ah, who indeed?” replied the old soldier. “But I don’t know that we want to think about it, boy. Let’s think about your message and getting on to deliver it. We must make the best of our way while the light lasts, so as to get on as far as we can, as we know now that we’re going right. I should like to get down to some hilly or mountainous hit.”
“What for, Serge?”
“To climb up when it’s dark.”
“Because you think it will be safe to sleep there?”
“No, boy; I was not thinking of sleeping till we get our message delivered. I was wondering whether we should be lucky enough to get so far that after dark, if we climbed up high enough, we might be able to see our people’s watch fires twinkling like stars in the distance.”
“Oh, Serge, that would be capital!” cried Marcus, excitedly. “Do you think we shall be so fortunate?”