“What's hit you?” asked Robertson.
“Oh, nothing. You see, I'm nervous.”
“You ain't tellin' the truth. But I don't blame you an' it don't matter anyway. Here we are. Jump down.”
Dick sprang to the ground, and the others followed. While they held the reins they stood in a close circle about him. He had about as much chance of escape as he had of flying.
Robertson walked forward, saluted some one who stood up in the dark, and said a few words in a low tone.
“Bring him forward,” said a clear voice, which Dick recognized at once.
The little group of men opened out and Dick, stepping forth, met his uncle face to face. It was now the time of Colonel George Kenton to start violently.
“My God! You, Dick!” he exclaimed. “How did you come here?”
“I didn't come,” replied the boy, who was now feeling more at ease. “I was brought here by four scouts of yours, who I must say saw their duty and did it.”
Colonel Kenton grasped his hand and shook it. He was very fond of this young nephew of his. The mere fact that he was on the other side did not alter his affection.