Herbert Hayens, At the Point of the Sword
“ About midnight, as near as I could judge, the guide stopped irresolutely. "What is it?" asked José, in an excited whisper; "what is wrong?" We could not see the fellow's face, but he seemed very agitated, and there was a break in his voice as he answered,— "I don't know—I am not sure—but I can't be certain that we are on the right track." The words sounded like a sentence of death, and I could hardly repress a cry of horror. "Be still!" whispered José; "the men must not know. Stay here a minute while I ask the colonel to halt. That will give us a little breathing-space." ”
