The bushes ceased to shake, but Dick had no doubt their pursuers were before them.

They had probably divined, too, that the quarry was at bay and was dangerous.

Evidently the sergeant had been correct when he said Slade was full of craft and cunning.
While they waited the spirit of Dick's famous ancestor descended upon him in a yet greater measure.

Their pursuers were not Indians, but this was the deep wilderness and they were merely on a skirt of the great war.

Many of the border conditions were reproduced, and they were to fight as borderers fought.
"What do you think they're doing ?" Dick whispered.
"Feeling around for us.