"Ahoy, there!" came the good-natured answer.
"Will you move in, covering the prisoners with your rifles?"
"Gladly, Sergeant."
"Thank you."
Out of brushwood cover to the northward stepped three men. One was a middle-aged man, a mountaineer if dress and manner went for anything.
With him, supporting this guide on each side were two tall, very straight young men who appeared to be about twenty-three years of age each. These younger men were nattily though plainly attired in corduroy, with leggings and caps.
"Just stand right there, and hold the prisoners, please," directed Sergeant Terry.
Then Noll's next step was to move in with his own men, four in number.
"Get the handcuffs," directed Noll. "I think we've enough to go around."
So saying Noll stepped over to his chum, quickly freeing him.