But as I neared the top, a hand came down and clutched me by the collar, and some one, with a powerful arm and grip, helped me over the top of the wall.

There stood Rectus, all right, and the fellow who had helped us up was the big Indian, "Maiden's Heart." I looked at Rectus, and he whispered: "He says there's a sentinel down there in the square." At this, Maiden's Heart bobbed his head two or three times, and, motioning to us to crouch down, he crept quietly over to the inner wall of the ramparts and looked down.
"What shall we say we came for ?" I whispered, quickly.
"I don't know," said Rectus.
"Well, we must think of something," I said, "or we shall look like fools." But before he had time to think, Maiden's Heart crept back.

He put his finger on his lips, and, beckoning us to follow him, he led the way to a corner of the fort near one of the lookout towers.

We followed as quietly as we could, and then we all three slipped into the narrow entrance to the tower, the Indian motioning us to go first.

When we two stood inside of the little round tower, old Maiden's Heart planted himself before us in the passage, and waited to hear what we had to say.
But we couldn't think of anything to say.