he cart-marks are distinct. No native cart would have
cut into the ground like that. Forward."

He stepped down with one foot in the crack, and, keeping it there,
walked slowly on, making it our guide, while I followed suit with
another rut, or series of ruts, a short distance from the first.

"Only to follow them," he whispered; "and they will lead us right to the
wasps' nest."

We went on easily enough now, and very cautiously, with the soil growing
softer and the ruts more deeply cut, as if several guns had passed along
our way. Then I stopped, and went down on one knee to feel the ground.

"What is it?"

"The hoof-marks. They are very deep here," I said excitedly, as my
fingers traced the deep impressions one after the other, and close
enough together for me to divine that many horses had passed.

"Well, yes," he said impatiently; "they are here, of course. I noticed
that some were crushed out by the wheel-tracks."

"Yes," I cried; "but we are going wrong; the hoof-marks are all coming
this way."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

"What?" cried Brace, excitedly; and he raised his voice, so that I
sprang to my feet, and snatched my sword from its scabbard with the edge
grating in an ominous way as it left the steel sheath.

My companion also stood upon his guard, and we stood there in the
darkness listening, but there was not a sound, though we were within a
few feet of houses at each side.

"No challenge," he whispered, and going down on one knee, he felt about
the wet earth for a few moments.

"Yes," he said, drawing in his breath with an angry hiss; "we are going
wrong." Then, after a pause, as he stood behind me--"Never mind; we'll
trace them this way first, and find where the ruts enter the village.
It will be a guide."

We resumed our steady progress, walking with one foot in the
wheel-tracks for about twenty yards further, and then Brace's sword
suddenly struck something, either tree or upright. It proved to be the
latter, being the support of a great shed, and here I found that the
ruts suddenly became confused--branching off, and directly after I found
traces of horses having been picketed about where we stood.

"Yes," said Brace quickly, "here's where they have been tethered. They
must have altered their position. Quick! let's follow them up."

We went off at once, finding no difficulty in keeping to the trail,
which, as far as we could tell in the darkness, swept round the outside
of the vi