The trees half hid them, but moment by moment they appeared more distinctly.

Meantime, too, the glow over the stockade was getting stronger.

Presently the trees ceased; and there before them the men saw a wide, cleared space, a hundred feet of empty land between the woods and a tall, stout fence topped with live wires and with numerous incandescents.
"Nice place to tackle, if anybody were left to defend it!" commented Bohannan.

None of the others answered.

The Master started diagonally across the cleared space, toward a cluster of little buildings and stout gate-posts.
Hardly had they emerged from the woods, when, all up and down the line, till it was broken by the woods at both ends where the stockade joined its eastern and western wall, other men began appearing.