Some of them, at least, were known to Nestor.
"You are safe, then ?" With a sigh of relief the lieutenant dropped down on a rude bench that stood against the wall and beckoned his men into the shelter of the hut.

Then he noted the two men on the floor and turned inquiringly to Nestor.
"Wait!" the latter said.

"We shall have plenty of time for explanations later on.

This man is dying, and there is something he wishes to say." The secret service men, standing before the fire and swarming over the two rooms, uncovered their heads and checked the questions on their lips.
Again Fremont stooped over the big fellow, and again the lips opened, but again there came an interruption.

A sharp report came from the outside and Lieutenant Gordon hastened to throw the door open.