About half-way up he turned, saw that he was out of sight, and then, following Fisherman Dick’s steps as if he were familiar with the way, climbed right into the rough cavern, and came suddenly upon the man, who started round in surprise.
“Hullo!” he growled. “What are you doing here?”
“Same to you,” said the young dragoon, in a low voice. “What are you going to do?”
“See the fight, if you must know,” said Fisherman Dick. “Like my place, p’raps.”
“Yes,” said the young soldier quickly, “I should;” and, stepping forward, he looked down cautiously on the group below.
“Why, it’s Fred Denville, surely,” cried Fisherman Dick.
“Hush, man!” said the young soldier, catching him by the arm; “James Bell now. Not a word to a soul about me.”
“What, not to your young brother, Master Fred?”
“Hist! I’m only a common soldier now, Dick. You won’t betray me, I know.”
“Not I, lad. Troost me.”