“In which direction did the Kurabus come up?”
“From the northeast.”
“Where are the Brabos?”
“Directly to the south of the Illyas.”
“Do you think we had better go on?”
“No; we better wait until fight over.”
“Why do you think so? The Brabos are sure to be beaten.”
“The other tribes will go northeast to find us, and will leave this side free.”
Muro’s philosophy was now apparent. The wagon had been moved a long distance westwardly from the place where the Kurabus last saw it, and the presumption was that they would return to that position to look for it, and thus give an opportunity to make their escape.
It was certainly a well-devised scheme to outwit their enemies, but the best-laid plans come to nought where all the elements are not known.