Now, we shall have to be careful." They had walked a mile when, as they descended into a glen, they came suddenly on a party of twenty Welshmen, sitting round a fire.

These had been concealed from them by the thick undergrowth, and were not twenty yards away, when they first saw them.

The Welsh had evidently heard them coming, by the rustle of leaves and the breaking of twigs; and two or three were standing up, looking in their direction, when they caught sight of them.

These gave a loud yell, which brought the rest to their feet.
"Run, Roger, run.

It is a question of legs, now;" and, turning, they darted up the hill they had just descended.
Looking back for a moment as, after running for about a mile, they reached the crest of a swell; Oswald saw that five of their pursuers had distanced their comrades, but were no nearer than when they started.
"I think we can hold them, Roger.