A moment after Barry moved away. He did not go far, however, for he wanted to go to work as soon as the drug put the two Indians asleep. He remained within ear-shot, and listened.
The Indians kept talking rapidly about five minutes, and then their voices became thick and the words few and far between.
Soon Barry knew that both were fast asleep, and he walked cautiously forward. The two guards were lying close together near the door of the lodge, tightly locked in the arms of Morpheus.
It was not likely that they would awaken very soon.
Barry stepped over them, and unbarring the door, softly he opened it.
All was dark within and he could distinguish nothing.
“Young fellow, where are you?” he said, in a loud whisper.
It was well he spoke, for Chauncy had managed to unloose his bonds, and having found a sort of club in a corner of the lodge, he had raised it and was ready to strike when Barry spoke.
“Who are you?” he asked, for he could barely see the other.
“Barry Le Clare. I saved the others, and have come after you. Hurry out here,” said the circus-rider.