"It"s growing dark. They want to finish us before then, so we can"t play any tricks on them after that. But, if they only knew it, and they probably do, they"ve got us beautifully trapped. One man below and another at the other end of our tree would be able to keep us here till the springs run dry. If there"s only two of them there, as I suspect is the case, they may not want to separate. We"ll see, the minute it gets dark enough so that we can move about without being observed."
Some of the sage brush that Kris Kringle had brought down to light up the cave lay outside on the ledge. Using one of the poles, he cautiously raked the stuff inside, heaping it up not far from the entrance.
"What you doing that for?" questioned Stacy, unable to conceal his curiosity.
"You"ll see, by-and-by, when we get ready to do something else. You don"t think I"m going to stay here all night, do you?"
There was no further firing on either side, though Mr. Kringle showed himself boldly several times.
Finally Tad tried it, and was greeted with a shot the instant he appeared in the opening.
"Must be me they"re after," he suggested, with a forced grin, falling flat on the ledge, and wriggling back into the cave.
The twilight was upon them now. The guide had been able to see the flash of the rifle below him, and had taken a quick shot at it when the enemy attempted to wing Tad Butler. Kringle had no means of knowing whether his shot had been effective or not.
"I"m going to try something else in a few minutes, now," the guide told the Professor and the boys, "and I hope you all will do just as I tell you."
"You may depend upon our doing exactly that," answered the Professor.
"I am going to crawl out of here. The rest of you remain here until I call to you to come out, no matter if it is until morning. After I have been gone about ten minutes, light a match and toss it into the heap of sage there, but watch out that you don"t get into the light.
Throw the match. You"re liable to be shot if you show yourselves."
"Why should we make a fire and thus make targets of ourselves?"
protested Ned.
"That is to cover Mr. Kringle"s retreat," Tad informed them.
"Exactly. Master Tad, you may come along with me if you wish."
Tad jumped at the offer.
"But not a sound. Ask me no questions. Follow a rod or so behind me, and walk low down all the time. If you make a mistake it may result seriously for you and your friends. And, another thing."
"Yes?"
"Should there be any shooting, throw yourself on the ground. You will not be as likely to be hit there."
"I"ll obey orders, sir."
"I know it."
"When do we start?"
"I guess we can do so now, as safely as at any time. The rascals will not be likely to be on the mountain just yet, because it is not dark enough. Yes; we"ll go now."
Tad waited until Kris Kringle had crawled from the cave, then lay down on his stomach and wriggled out on the ledge.
There were no signs of the enemy and the camp-fire of the Pony Rider Boys glowed dimly down below. Tad, peering off into the gloom, for the moon had not yet risen, thought he saw a figure flit by the fire. He could not be sure, however. He wished he might tell the guide of his fancied discovery; but, remembering the injunction for absolute silence, he said nothing.
By this time, Tad"s arms were about the log. From the slight vibration he knew that Kris Kringle was somewhere between himself and the top, yet not a sound did the guide make. Tad made no more, and they would have been keen ears, indeed, that could have detected our friends"
presence by sound alone.
When the lad finally reached the top a hand was laid on his shoulder.
The touch gave him a violent start in spite of his steady nerves.
"You"re all right," whispered the voice of Kris Kringle. "You"d make a good Indian. I want to explain something that I didn"t wish the others to hear."
"Yes?" whispered Tad.
"I have only one sh.e.l.l left in my rifle. That"s why I wanted you to go along. If, by any chance, the rascals should get me, you lie low.
They"ll make for the cave, as they know, by this time, that there is only one rifle in the party. The minute they do, should such an emergency arise, slide for the camp and get your gun. You"ll know what to do with it. It"ll be a case of saving the lives of your companions if it comes to that."
"I understand," answered Tad bravely; and without a quaver in his voice.
"Mind you, I don"t think for a minute that it will happen. I can handle these fellows if I get the lay of the land. Keep close enough to hear me."
"That"s not so easy."
"No; but you"ll know. When I stop you do the same."
CHAPTER XIX
OUTWITTING THE REDSKINS
Kris Kringle moved away without another word. His abrupt departure was the signal for the Pony Rider boy to start, which he did instantly.
In a few minutes Tad was skulking along the top of the mountain, when he ran into the guide again.
Just then the report of a rifle sounded down below them.
"Are they shooting at us?" whispered Tad.
"No; the boys have lighted the fire in the cave. Our friends down below took a pot shot at the blaze. Hope they didn"t hit anybody."
"Chunky would be the only one to get in the way, and I imagine the others would hold him back."
"Come this way; we"ll go down by a different trail. The redskins are watching the fire in the cave, but they may be keeping an eye on the trail at the same time."
Silently the man and the boy took their way along the rough, uneven path, slowly working down into the valley. They soon reached this, for the range was low there.
Reaching the foothills, the two scouts once more fell into single file, Tad Butler to the rear. He knew that the guide"s rifle ahead of him was ready for instant use, and at any second now Tad expected to see the flash of a gun.
The lad was not afraid, but he was all a-quiver with excitement. This stalking an enemy in the dark, not knowing at what minute that enemy might make the attack, was not the same as a stand-up fight in broad daylight. Tad wondered why the guide had not permitted the rest of the party to escape while they had the opportunity. He did not know that Kris Kringle fully expected an ambush, nor that two would stand a better chance to get through and out-wit the savages than would half a dozen of them. The pair had approached nearly to the camp, for which the guide was heading, when suddenly a hand was laid on the boy"s arm in a firm grip. Tad knew the guide had seen or heard something.