He waited awhile to assure himself that, so far as their position was concerned, the battle was at an end. Then he turned away from the window.
"They've cleaned 'em out," he said sharply. "I can't tell whose outed. They've ridden off at the gallop, firing and cursing as they went. Maybe our captors have driven the others off. Maybe it's the other way. We'll—hark!"
He was back at the window again in a second.
"They're coming back," he cried. "Say——"
Hazel was at his side in a moment.
"Are they the——?"
"Can't say who," cried Carbhoy, peering intently. "A big bunch of 'em."
"Our men were only four," said Hazel quickly.
The millionaire was too intent to look round, and so he missed the girl's smile over at Hip-Lee. But the tone of her voice was unmistakable in its anxiety.
"There's eight or more here," he cried. "Say, they're dismounting! They're——"