Red Cedar cautiously moved a mass of leaves, and made a sign to his comrades to imitate him.
"Look," he said.
In a second the monk drew himself back with features convulsed with terror.
"Oh," he said, "this time we are lost!"
He tottered, and would have fallen, had not the squatter seized him by the arm.
"What is to be done?" he said.
"Wait," Red Cedar coldly answered: "our position for the present is not so desperate; you see them, but they do not see us."
Fray Ambrosio shook his head sadly,
"You have led us to our ruin," he said, reproachfully.
"You are an ass," Red Cedar answered with contempt; "do I not risk as much as you? Did I not warn you that we were surrounded? Leave me to act, I tell you."