He took a
last look at the sentinels, and he was sure that they slept, sitting,
with their muskets across their laps. Then he rose to his knees and
with difficulty checked a cry of astonishment when he saw Obed rising at
the same time. They remained on their knees a moment or two looking at
each other and then, simultaneously they rose to their feet. Their
comprehension was complete.
Ned looked down at Carossa. The brigand chief slept soundly and his face
in repose was wholly evil. The gayety and courtesy that they had seen
upon it awake were only a mask.
Obed stepped lightly to one of the pillars and Ned followed him. He knew
what Obed was seeking. Here was the great chance. The brigands, careless
from long immunity, had stacked their guns against the pillar, and Ned
and Obed promptly selected the two American rifles that Ned had noticed.
Hung by each was a large supply of powder and bullets to fit which they
also took. Two of the best machetes were chosen too, and then they were
ready to go. With the rifle in his hand, the great weapon with which the
pioneer made his way from ocean to ocean, Ned had strength and courage.
He believed that Obed and he could defeat the entire force of brigands,
but he awaited the signal of his older comrade.
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