“But,” said Perry, “we can’t get the mules and their loads away without Diego knowing.”
“Must again,” replied Cyril. “We can’t escape without a supply of food, and we must have the mules to carry it, for we may be weeks wandering about in the gorges of the mountains. So it’s must, must, must, my lad. We’ve got it to do, and we’re going to do it.”
“I say.”
“Well—what?”
“Do you think it will come to a fight?”
“Not if your father can help it; but if it does, we shall have to do some shooting.”
Perry drew his breath hard.
“Don’t stare down the valley any more,” said Cyril, after a pause.
“Why? It’s very beautiful.”
“Because you’re watched. We’re watched always, sleeping or waking.”