George only, peering distractedly into
the gloom, "as if all those fellows had on uniforms. Can you see?"
Jarvo spoke softly.
"It is true, adon," he said, "they are of the guard. This is what
they had planned," he added to Amory. "I feared the harm would be to
you. It is the same. Your turn would be the next."
"What do you mean?" St. George demanded.
Amory, with some incoherence, told him what Jarvo had come to them
to propose, and heightened his own excitement by plunging into the
business of that night and the next, as he had had it from the
little brown man's lips.
"Up the mountain to-morrow night," he concluded fervently, "what do
you think of that? Do you see us?"
"Maniac, no," said St. George shortly, "what do we want to go up the
mountain for if Miss Holland is somewhere else? Faster, Jarvo, can't
you?" he urged. "Why, this thing is built to go sixty miles an hour.
We're creeping."
"Perhaps it's better to start in gentle and work up a pace, sir,"
observed Rollo inspirationally, "like a man's legs, sir, beggin'
your pardon.
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