Their project to seize Braxton Wyatt and strip him of the maps and plans had been defeated.

Henry knew that the renegade had caught a glimpse of him in the dusk and among the thick bushes and he expected an immediate alarm.

But when Wyatt raised none, he and Sol lingered.

They saw the renegade go to the Spaniard's side on the little mound, and they saw the two talk long and earnestly, but, of course, they could not understand a word of what was said.
"They look mighty pleased with one another," whispered Shif'less Sol, "so it's bound to mean that they're up to the worst sort o' mischief." "Yes," replied Henry, "and that mischief is sure to be aimed at our people." They waited about a half hour longer and then picked their way back through the marsh to their own side of the peninsula.
It was now very late and Paul and Jim Hart were sound asleep in the boat, but Tom Ross was keeping vigilant guard.
"Wuz it them ?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Henry.

"They're camped on the other side of this neck, and Braxton Wyatt is still with them.