“Perhaps they’re up there by the place where the feast was,” said Mark. “But I’ll admit that doesn’t seem likely. I guess it was a bluff, after all, though still I can’t see what Bull hoped to make by it.”
“’Sh! What’s that?”
The startled exclamation came from Texas; Mark bent forward eagerly, half rising to peer ahead.
“It’s one of them!” he gasped.
The tents hid the person from their eyes, and they could not make out who it was. But it was somebody! The figure of a man stealing silently down the company street!
Mark began to tremble with eagerness. He clinched his fists; so he was to have a chance at Bull, after all! That person could be no one but Bull.
The two got no nearer view of him, as it happened. For he was bound in the opposite direction; he approached the sentry line far over by the other side of the camp, and a moment later stole across and vanished in the woods.
Mark and Texas turned and stared at each other; both of them were agape with astonishment.
“Whoop!” gasped the latter. “He did come, after all! Whoop!”
“Yes,” said Mark. “It must be he. It’s more than I expected. Let’s wait here for him.”