"Bully, old Noll!"
"The troops are behind you, Hal?"
"Yes."
"Then march them ahead straight on for a hundred yards due west. You won't run into any of the enemy there. I've made it my business to know."
Hal flew back to the advance guard.
"Fine!" glowed Captain Freeman, when he had heard the report.
The advance was quickly in motion. Captain Freeman was soon up with Noll, who, after whispering, led the advance to the point he had mentioned to his chum. Hal, in the meantime, remained to receive and pilot Lieutenant Prescott's command.
"How on earth did you do this?" demanded Prescott in a whisper.
"Some of Sergeant Terry's work, sir," whispered Hal. "When you're ready, sir, just keep on straight ahead until you come upon the advance. I'll remain here, sir, if you permit, to warn the men behind you that they're marching inside the Moros' lines."
"Do so, Sergeant," directed Lieutenant Prescott, at the same time making the motion for his men to move ahead. On came the rest of the command in single file.