Chance which had been against him was now for him.

The wind suddenly took a wilder sweep and the rain lashed harder.

He left the pyramid and darted behind a tumulus.

He stood there quietly and heard the uproar of the hunt at other points.

Presently he slouched away in the manner of a careless peon, with his serape drawn about chin as well as body, for which the wind and the rain were a fitting excuse.
He also shouted and chattered occasionally with others, and none knew that he was the Gringo at whom the two sentinels had fired.
Ned thought to make a way through the lines, but so many lights now flared up on all the outskirts that he saw it was impossible.
He turned back again to the side of the pyramid, where he was almost hidden by debris and foliage.