The steady fall of the rain and the
swish of the wind drowned any noises he made, and so he crept
up to the wall of the structure without fear of discovery.
During the talk between the renegade and Fremont the patrol
leader crouched under the window, listening. He heard the
inquiries concerning Fremont's early connection with Mr.
Cameron with surprise. Who was this man, he asked himself,
who knew so much of Fremont's early life? What motive could
he have in seeking to learn more about it than he already knew?
Unable to solve the problem, and realizing that the time for
prompt action had come, he retreated from the window and with
a low whistle summoned the boys to his side. As they joined
him, led on by the irrepressible Jimmie, the boys gave the
wolf call again.
"Just to let the kid know we're comin'!" Jimmie explained.
Then, while the boys stood considering the course to puruse,
the square of light was cut by a figure standing between the
flame and the window space. The watchers could not, of course,
see the face which was looking out on the stormy night, but
they knew that it was Fremont who stood there.
"There's no one in the room with him but that big lobster,"
Jimmie whispered, "and there's no one watching outside!
If I were in his place I'd take a dive into the night!
You bet I would."
"Perhaps he will," Nestor replied. "It would be a good
thing to do provided he can get out of the window and out
of the little circle of light before the Englishman can
get out his gun and shoot.
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