“That gun meant the recall,” said Roylance.
“If I could get to the flagstaff,” said Syd.
“I think I could slip over at the back here,” said Rogers; “climb along, and then crawl up.”
“No, no, my lad; you’d break your neck.”
“Oh, no, sir. You trust me.”
“He can climb like a monkey, sir,” said another of the men, who was binding up a wound.
“Then try,” said Syd, after a glance upward to see that the French were not there.
The man slipped over the back directly, and crept along a narrow ledge that made them all feel giddy, but he got along in safety, and then creeping and climbing to the left of the regular path he disappeared in a rift.
“He’ll do it now,” said Roylance, who stood nursing one arm. “I say, Belt, as soon as you can I should be glad of a little help.”
“Yes, I’ll come directly,” said Sydney; “but where are our other fellows?”