“Think they’ll last much longer?”
“No, I don’t. The very fact that they have turned their attention to the horses shows that they haven’t much hope of taking the blockhouse.”
“I wish they’d leave soon,” exclaimed Joseph. “I’m afraid they’re going to shoot The Swallow unless they stop firing at the horses pretty quick.”
“The only way you can stop them is to make it so hot for them they’ll have to leave,” observed Mason.
“I might go out and bring him inside,” said Joseph eagerly. “Do you think I could get him out of that bunch of horses?”
“No, I don’t,” replied Mason shortly. “As long as I have an ounce of strength left in my body, I’ll use it to prevent you from doing anything so foolish, too.”
“Look there,” cried Robert suddenly. He hurried up to the spot where Joseph and John Mason were, and pointed eagerly out of one of the portholes.
CHAPTER XXV
ON THE TRAIL
“There they go!” exclaimed Robert triumphantly. “They’ve had enough.”
“So have I,” cried Joseph, with a great sigh of relief. “I thought that at any moment The Swallow was going to be shot.”