CHAPTER III.
AN INVISIBLE CHASE Deep in a shadowed glade sat the five, eating a quiet breakfast, and talking in low tones of satisfaction.
"I knew that you would come," said Paul, "and when I heard the four cries of the wolf I knew, too, that all four of you were there.

When you sent the call Braxton Wyatt, who alone might have suspected, was asleep.

The Spanish commander was awake, and he was troubled, but he did not know why." "Wa'al, I guess he knows now," said Shif'less Sol with a silent but deep laugh.

"Ef he's the kind o' man you say he is, Paul, an' I guess he is--he needed our teachin' him a lesson.

I hate a man who knows too much, who is too almighty certain, an' I guess the Spaniard is one o' that kind.