“Adio señores.”
And with that we rode on our respective ways.
“Two troopers and prisoner,” said Carmen, thoughtfully.
“So there are more of them, after all! How many, I wonder? If this prisoner be a patriot we must rescue him, señor Fortescue.”
“With all my heart—if we can.”
“Only two troopers! You and I are a match for six.”
“Possibly. But we don’t know that the two are not followed by a score! There seems to be no end of them.”
“I don’t think so. If there were the colonel would have asked us to tell them also to hurry up. But we shall soon find out. When we meet the fellows we will speak them fair and ask a few questions.”
Ten minutes later we met them.
“Buene noche, señores!” said Carmen, riding forward. “We bring a message from the colonel. He bids you make haste.”