Mock and Wilhelm, stepping briskly along the road over which Dick had ridden that eventful evening, kept on for some three miles, then turned abruptly off into the forest.
For another half mile they kept on, going further and further from the road.
"Here's the spot," said Mock, after some hunting under the trees.
"It must be the place, for it has the nail driven into the tree trunk." "Sure, it's the place all right," Wilhelm agreed.
Mock emitted a shrill whistle that would not, however, carry very far.

Instantly there came an answering whistle.
"And here we are!" spoke up the stoop-shouldered stranger, coming out of a.

jungle of bushes.

"I'm glad to see that you're on time.

And to-day I hope you've more sand than you had that night." "Forget it," said Mock shortly.
"You're ready now ?" "To do anything," Mock agreed.
"Sure! He's all right!" Private Wilhelm nodded.