"Where is the house?" Major Warrener asked.
"We ought to see the house," Dick said, and he looked at his brother apprehensively.
"Yes," Ned said; "we certainly ought to see it."
"You are sure you are not mistaken in the locality?" their father asked.
"Quite sure," the boys answered together; "but the house"
"Let us gallop on," Major Warrener said, catching the fear which was expressed in each of his sons' faces.
Five minutes' riding and they drew up their horses with a cry of dismay. A large patch of wood ashes marked the spot where the house had stood. No words were needed; the truth was apparent; the fugitives had been discovered and the abode of their protectors destroyed. Their two friends joined the little group, and the rest of the troop dismounted at a short distance, respecting the deep pain which the discovery had caused to their leader.
"What is to be done?" Major Warrener asked, breaking the deep silence.
For a moment no one answered, and then Dick said:
"Perhaps we may find some of the farmer's people in the hut where we slept, and we may get news from them."
"A capital thought, Dick," said Major Warrener.
"We must not give up hope; there are no bodies lying about, so the farm people are probably alive. As to the girls, if they are carried off we must rescue them. Where is the hut?"
A few minutes' walking brought them to it. Even before they reached it it was evident that it was inhabited, for two or three peons were squatted near the door. These rose on seeing the group of Englishmen, but made no attempt at flight. They entered the hut
