“Not much danger of that, I just saw a man peeking down at us. They would warn us if we were in danger.”
“I don’t know, those niggers are none too careful. Remember that fellow Ram; he came pretty near ramming us,” punned Fred.
“Look out!” yelled Merritt suddenly.
But he was too late. A bucket full of liquid cement came spattering down on them, going all over their uniforms and making them sad sights indeed. Luckily the stuff was almost as thin as water or they might have been injured.
Rob looked up and gave an indignant shout. A mocking face peered over the edge of the parapet and grinned jeeringly at him. As he saw this countenance Rob gave a violent start and fairly staggered backward.
It was the face of Jared Applegate into which he had looked. It was his hand that had thrown the bucket of liquid cement over them, ruining their uniforms.
“Fellows!” shouted Rob in high excitement.
But Jared’s face had vanished as swiftly as it had appeared.
CHAPTER XXIII.
ALONG THE CHAGRES.
“Well, did you ever!! Jared of all people!”