"
"Would that we were in ours! The spring nights are cold in these hills!"
"The work is nearly done. The little soldier is yet to reckon with; but
we are three; and Zmai did quite well with the potato sack."
Chauvenet rode ahead and addressed a few words to Zmai.
"The little man must be found before we finish. There must be no mistake
about it."
They exercised greater caution as they drew nearer the wood that
concealed the bungalow, and Chauvenet dismounted, opened the gate and set
a stone against it to insure a ready egress; then they walked their
horses up the driveway.
Admonished by Chauvenet, Durand threw away his cigarette with a sigh.
"You are convinced this is the wise course, dearest Jules?"
"Be quiet and keep your eyes open. There's the house."
He halted the party, dismounted and crept forward to the bungalow. He
circled the veranda, found the blinds open, and peered into the long
lounging-room, where a few embers smoldered in the broad fireplace, and
an oil lamp shed a faint light. One man they held captive; the other was
not in sight; Chauvenet's courage rose at the prospect of easy victory.
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