"We might as well be on our way," he said. "Come."

They left the room and made their way to the place where they had tied
their horses. Hal started back with a cry of surprise.

The horses were not there, but upon the ground, a bullet wound in his
forehead, lay the man whom Hal had left to guard them.




CHAPTER VI.

FOUR-FOOTED ENEMIES.


Hal bent over the dead British soldier; then, arising, turned to Chester.

"He was shot from ambush," he said quietly. "He didn't even have time to
draw his revolver. See, it is still in its holster."

"And, if we don't get away from here immediately, we are likely to be
shot, too," replied Chester.

"Chester is right," agreed Captain Anderson. "Come, Hal, we had better
be moving."

Hal nodded, and gave a brief word of command. Immediately the little
troop of cavalrymen, afoot now, moved slowly down the road in the