"Out with it."
"It is very simple; we will make a double trail."
"Hum! I suppose you mean, a false and a true one. The plan seems to me defective."
"Why so? Red Cedar asked with a smile.
"Because there must be a point where the false trail runs into the real one, and—"
"You are mistaken, gossip," Red Cedar sharply interrupted him; "both trails will be true, otherwise the idea would be absurd."
"In that case, I do not understand you."
"You soon will, if you will allow me to speak. One of us will devote himself to save the others; while we fly in one direction, he will go on another, trying to draw the enemy on his trail. In this way, he will open us a passage, through which we shall pass, without being discovered. Do you understand me now?"
"Caspita! I should think I did—the idea is magnificent," the monk exclaimed enthusiastically.
"All now wanted is to carry it out."