CHAPTER XXVI.
Disappearance of Slavin
"What's that?"
The exclamation came from Allen as he broke off short in his conversation with Watson.
The cry from Noel had reached his ears and the cry was quickly followed by the first of the pistol shots.
"He's in trouble, thet's wot!" cried the old hunter. "Hark, thar's another shot!"
He bounded back to the camp fire, but quick as was his movement, Allen was ahead of him. Both felt that Noel's peril must be extreme.
"Get a torch!" cried Watson, and caught up a burning brand.
"What of Slavin?" questioned Allen, but then, as the second shot rang out, he waited no longer, but with a torch in one hand and his gun in the other, he darted up the rocky steps as fast as he could. Watson was beside him, with pistol drawn, his gun resting on the side of the cave below.
