“That couldn’t be,” said Sidney. “If America goes in she’ll be on the side of England and France and Russia. So I think we’ll be safe till we reach the Black Sea; then there’s no knowing what Turkey may do to us.”
“It would sure be a comfort to know what’s going on.”
As Raymond spoke, the boys heard voices, and peering around the corner of rock they saw two horsemen cantering down the cañon.
“I’m glad we had sense to hide,” said Raymond, as they watched the men. “I should think those fellows would swelter in their long coats and those awful woolly caps.”
“I’m wondering,” said Sidney, “how much travel there is on that other trail. I feel so much better now that I’ve a good mind to go up after our blankets.”
“It would be dark before you could get there. We’d better wait till morning. That’s probably only a wood trail and there won’t be much travel over it.”
“If it’s a wood trail,” suggested Sidney, “somebody may start out after wood early in the morning, or somebody may have come down to-night, already.”
“Well, if they’ve come down already,” said Raymond, “we can’t do any good by going up now.”
“It’s not going to be very comfortable here to-night without any blankets.” And Sidney looked about them suggestively.
“Oh, it won’t be so bad,” said Raymond; “we can stretch out on the sand, and it’s not cold.”