Come over there, Harry, but step without noise." Wondering what it all meant, Hazelton softly followed his chum to the open window.
"Now, look," said Tom, pointing, "and tell me what you see." "A moment ago I thought I saw a light twinkling over there among the hills." "Look sixty seconds longer, and you'll see more lights, Harry; those lights are on the trail that leads from the nearest gold mines to _El Sombrero_.

It is the trail Don Luis pointed out to us to-day." "But what--" "Harry, I'm going to get on my clothes and slip over in that direction.
Do you want to go with me ?" "Yes; but what--" "I can tell you better when we're on the way.

Come on; dress! We can easily leave the house without being detected." Though Harry had already been through hosts of adventures, he felt creepy as he dressed with speed and stealth, bent on slipping unobserved out of their employer's house.

But he was used to following his chum's lead.
When both were ready, which was very soon, Tom softly opened the door of their parlor, thrusting one foot out into the broad corridor.
As he did so he kicked against a man lying prostrate on the floor.
It was Nicolas, the Mexican attendant, sleeping across their threshold that he might be on hand when wanted.
The man stirred, muttered something almost inaudible, then gradually began to breathe more deeply.

Tom, after waiting, took a step over the body of Nicolas.