The two stole silently down the company street to the end, and there halted. They waited until the sentry was at the other end of his beat.
“He can’t see us now,” whispered Mark. “There are too many trees. Quick!”
The two sprang forward, and silently dashed across the line and vanished in the woods. There they stopped and crouched to wait.
“We’re here, anyhow,” said Mark. “And now we’ll see what happens.”
“An’ keep yo’ eyes open, too,” muttered the other.
The bushes concealed the two, but they could see the camp plainly. Every move of the enemy would be open to them, except, of course, in case the latter were already in the woods, which didn’t seem likely.
The plebes waited anxiously; they saw nothing. The camp was motionless and silent, while fully ten minutes sped away.
“Tole you ’twas only a bluff!” growled the Texan.
“Anyhow, the delay makes it less likely they’ll try the trick of yelling to arouse the camp,” observed Mark, thoughtfully. “They’d have tried it long ago, if they meant to. This delay’ll make us suspicious.”
“It does that with me!” chuckled the other. “Doggone that air Bull Harris!”