My hand caught the speaker’s, and I uttered a low sob of relief.
“Mr Raydon—the men—going to attack the Fort.”
“Ah!” he panted. “You hear, Grey?”
“Yes.”
“But why did you not warn us?”
“They were before me. I could not get by,” I whispered. “I was going to fire to alarm you all.”
I heard Mr Raydon draw a low hissing breath.
“How did you know this?” he said.
“Lost my way in the forest, and saw the light of their fire.”
“And the men at the claim?”