"Professor, don't think of running yourself into any danger.

Look on, with me." "Rifles are all given out, now, anyway," called Dave Fulsbee coolly.
"Now, youngsters, I'm going to show you where to station yourselves.
Mr.Reade, have you seen anything through the glasses that looks interesting ?" "By Jove," Tom admitted, flushing guiltily, "I quite forgot to keep the lenses turned on the hills to the west." He now made good for his omission, while Fulsbee led his young men away, stationing them in hiding places along the westward edge of the camp.

Each man with a rifle was ordered not to rise from the ground, or to show himself in any way, and not to fire unless orders were given.

Then Dave hurried back to the wagon.

Something else was lifted out, all canvas covered, and rushed forward to a point just behind a dense clump of bushes.
"Reade, I want to apologize to you," cried the man from Broadway, moving quickly over to where Tom stood surveying the hills beyond through his glass.