“There’s no sign on it,” rejoined Herc. “I don’t see why we can’t go right on.”
“If we climb it,—yes. But we might get into trouble. I hear that there are parts of this rock where no foreigner is allowed.”
“Well, this can’t be one of them or there’d be a sentry here. Look, there’s another gate down there. Let’s try that one. I’d like to get right to the top of the rock by the signal-tower.”
“So would I. Well, we’ll try that gate.”
It was open and the boys passed through. The path wound steeply upward. They rounded a shoulder of rock and a magnificent view burst upon them. They were still admiring it when a heavy hand was laid on Ned’s shoulder. Simultaneously somebody tapped Herc in a similar manner.
“Wha-wha-what!” exclaimed Ned, considerably startled.
The next minute he was destined to be more astonished. He wheeled indignantly and saw a file of scarlet-coated soldiers behind them in charge of a sergeant. The sergeant motioned to the two Dreadnought Boys.
The soldiers stepped forward and seized them.
“What does this mean?” cried Ned.
“You are under arrest.”