"Him hasta putti datto?" asked Hal, in a low voice.
"Datto" was the only word the Moro could make out, but he understood that, and again pointed inside.
"Banga tim no satti du," remarked Hal softly to his chum. Then Sergeant Hal bent low, making an elaborate bow before the gateway. Noll Terry "caught on" and followed suit. The Moro sentries grinned. Nor did they offer any objection when the Army boys strolled off into the tempest-ridden darkness.
"Now, what?" whispered Noll, as the Army boys halted under a tree.
"Noll, the biggest game in the world, now—to get back out of the trap into which we've stepped!"
CHAPTER XXIII
DOOMING THE DATTO
"Noll, you remember the first sentry inside the gully at this end?"
"Yes."