Twenty minutes later, he lay behind a bush that was sheltered by
the top boulder of the rocky point under which the road ran. His
enemies were in their own country; they would probably be talking
over the happenings in town that day, and from them he would learn
what was going on.
So long he lay that he got tired and out of patience, and he was
about to creep around the boulder, when the clink of a horseshoe
against a stone told him they were coming, and he flattened to the
earth and closed his eyes that his ears might be more keen. The
Falins were riding silently, but as the first two passed under
him, one said:
"I'd like to know who the hell warned 'em!"
"Whar's the Red Fox?" was the significant answer.
The boy's heart leaped. There had been deviltry abroad, but his
kinsmen had escaped. No one uttered a word as they rode two by
two, under him, but one voice came back to him as they turned the
point.
"I wonder if the other boys ketched young Dave?" He could not
catch the answer to that--only the oath that was in it, and when
the sound of the horses' hoofs died away, he turned over on his
back and stared up at the sky.
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