Jack took one of the bridles and I the other, and then we went on in the direction indicated by the horses. The ground was open, dotted here and there with small trees, and occasionally with a large one; but the large trees were few and far between. The smaller trees were perhaps a foot in diameter, some of them with limbs close to the ground, and others with no limbs until six or eight feet above it. After a time the horses paused, and refused to go any farther; and our horses also showed signs of uneasiness.
"We're getting close to the spot," said Harry; "one of us had better stay behind with these two horses, while the others go ahead and reconnoiter."
We left the horses with the manager, and we three fellows went ahead, carefully scanning the ground in every direction as we did so.
Suddenly I caught sight of something white fluttering in a tree—a small tree—perhaps a quarter of a mile away. It looked as if it might be a woman's handkerchief waved as a signal.
"There they are, boys; there they are!" I shouted; "we've found them at last!"
"There they are?" said Jack—"where?"
"Why, don't you see? Look at that tree there—that small tree between two larger ones, just the way our horses' heads are pointed."
THE ESCAPE OF THE LADIES FROM THE LIONS.