“We might go a mile down the river, and reach the hill over there,” said Muro, pointing to the south.
“That will bring us about west of the battle-ground.”
“Yes.”
In a half hour the wagon reached the spot indicated, and the hill gave them a much better view of the conflict, and, besides, it afforded an opportunity to escape either by the north or the south, and the fort sections also furnished a means, in an emergency, to cross the river on their right.
The forces were now in position, and were both striving to outwit each other. They maneuvered back and forth for fully an hour.
“The Brabos do not know the Kurabus are with the Illyas,” said Muro.
“Why do you think so!”
“Because they are too confident.”
“How many warriors have the Brabos?”
“One hundred and thirty.”