Glory be!
CHAPTER XXV.
THE SERGEANT TO THE RESCUE.
“There’s nothing to do but lie here until nightfall,” said Henri. “A try for camp now would be almost a sure shot that we would be gobbled up. They’re fighting all around us.”
“Held up, you mean, don’t you?”
Billy could see only one fate for walking jewelry shops.
Reddy was in favor of a night move. He favored darkness for this kind of adventure, except in tunnels. He told Henri that if given half a chance he (Reddy) could get them back to their friends with the same ease that he had conducted the excursion to the mouth of the tunnel.
“Billy mustn’t step on any sticks, though,” he added with a twinkle in his eye.
Billy knew that his name had mixed in the conversation, but he was not sure just what the little Frenchman was joking about. Besides, he was too thirsty to care.
“My throat is as dry as a bone,” he complained.