He
knew that danger was near and he did not move. In another moment he
felt a soft hand on his waist, as swift and as silent as a snake,
and he knew that the hand was extracting his revolver.
Then, from his half-opened eyes, he saw a figure crouching over his
chum just opposite. Some one no doubt was also removing Ned's
weapon. Then there was the pressure of stealthy footsteps on the
pine needles and Alan moved his head until he could see two
indistinct forms moving from the shadows of the timber across the
open space to the dying embers of their little fire. There he could
easily discern five or six figures. He was about to put his hand on
Ned's face to awaken him gently when he saw the entire group coming
directly toward their sleeping place. Their movements now revealed
plainly that they were Indians.
With cold beads of perspiration covering his body Alan again
pretended sleep. It was now apparent that they had been followed,
and, no doubt, by Navajos. Perhaps this was the end of their
toilsome retreat. With visions of death presenting themselves, he
wondered again whether he ought to arouse Ned.
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