They came trotting in bare feet,
long rifles in hand, and ran up the wide flight of steps.
Bob started forward to help Jack. The latter, however, took one look
at the sentries and then dashed into the left wing of the building.
The sentries for a moment did not pursue, believing the fleeing man
was Morales. Instead, they bent above Muller and helped him to his
feet. Bob halted, and backed into the bushes, keeping his eyes on the
scene. No use rushing in to help Jack now. He would merely succeed in
getting into trouble himself, without aiding his chum.
From his vantage point he was able to read aright what followed.
Although he could not overhear what was being said and would not have
understood the Spanish words, if he had overheard, nevertheless he
gathered that Muller was explaining the fugitive was not Morales, but
someone wearing his clothes.
Then he saw the sentries dart away in pursuit of Jack, while Muller
whipped out a revolver and fired three shots into the air.
"That's an alarm," Bob said to himself. "I'd better back off before
this place is alive with soldiers."
Turning, he ran through the trees. Big Bob was not the one to desert a
friend, but he saw no chance to help Jack now.
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