“You fellows will insult the memory of his royal nibs if you don’t quit,” he growled.
“There’s evidently something doing below.”
Henri had shaken off the wiry Reddy and climbed upon one of the window ledges.
It was a cavalry movement, evidently, from the noise, and movement that indicated hurry orders.
“Perhaps the general won’t be back for dinner.”
The good sleep had put Billy back in his usual good humor.
“I don’t know what’s up,” admitted Henri, “but whatever it is I’m thinking that it’s time for us to get into action before the fighters go to pulling ears in this vicinity.”
“In other words,” said Billy, “it’s time for us to pull up the treasure and pull out.”
“That’s the ticket.”
Henri adjusted his knapsack, setting example for his comrades to get in marching order.