"Probably in the same way you will keep on your feet after having walked nearly all night—by sheer force of will."
"But suppose——"
Jet ceased speaking very suddenly, for at that instant the sound as of some one coming through the underbrush was heard.
Harvey drew his revolver, and Jet followed his example.
Both weapons were fully loaded, and those in hiding knew it must be a fight to the death, if they were discovered.
By parting the bushes in front of him slightly, Jet could see through to where the foliage was less dense, and, as he did so, Joe, the tall man who had been the cause of all his trouble, came in view, walking slowly, and peering from side to side.
That he was searching for Harvey there could be no doubt, and, seeing him alone, a bold plan came into Jet's mind.
Without making any sign to his companion he began to move noiselessly toward the new-comer on his hands and knees, arriving at the edge of the bushes just as Joe had passed.
Harvey laid his hand on Jet's leg as a signal for him to come back; but the boy paid no attention to the mute command.
Joe had halted about three feet from the edge of the bushes, and was evidently trying to decide in which direction he should go, when Jet rose up behind him so noiselessly that not even the rustling of a leaf could have been heard.