“Yes,” said Marcus, smiling.
“Which way?” cried the officer, who looked surprised at Marcus’ way of receiving the question.
“Straight down that slope,” said Marcus. “You can almost see the trees from here.”
The officer nodded his thanks and was turning away, but Marcus stopped him by saying:
“The chariot is not there now.”
“Not there?”
“No; this is it.”
“Ah!” cried the officer, eagerly. “Then you are the youth and this is the man I want.”
“What for?” asked Marcus, flushing slightly.
“Oh, you’ll know soon enough. My chief has sent me to find you. It is for something that took place in the fight last night.”