Moving up this slope, then, in this way, he at length attained the top, and found himself here among the forest trees and underbrush.  They were here even denser than they were on the place which he had just left.  As he moved along he saw no indications that they had been traversed by human footsteps.  Every thing gave indication of an unbroken and undisturbed solitude.  After feeling his way along here with all the caution which he could exercise, he finally ventured toward the shore of the lake, and found himself able to go to the very edge without coming to any open space or crossing any path.

On looking forth from the top of the bank he found that he had not only drawn much nearer to the old house, but that he could see the whole line of shore.  He now saw that there were some men by the door of the house, and began to suspect that this was nothing else than the headquarters and citadel of the brigands.  The sight of the shore now showed him that he could approach very much nearer, and unless the brigands, or whoever they were, kept scouts out, he would be able to reach a point immediately overlooking the house, from which he could survey it at his leisure.  To reach this point became now his next aim.

The wood being dense, Dacres found no more difficulty in passing through this than in traversing what lay behind him.  The caution which he exercised here was as great as ever, and his progress was as slow, but as sure.  At length he found himself upon the desired point, and, crawling cautiously forward to the shore, he looked down upon the very old house which he had desired to reach.

The house stood close by the lake, upon a sloping bank which lay below.  It did not seem to be more than fifty yards away.  The doors and windows were gone.  Five or six ill-looking fellows were near the doorway, some sprawling on the ground, others lolling and lounging about.  One glance at the men was sufficient to assure him that they were the brigands, and also to show him that they kept no guard or scout or outpost of any kind, at least in this direction.

Here, then, Dacres lay and watched.  He could not wish for a better situation.  With his knife in his hand, ready to defend himself in case of need, and his whole form concealed perfectly by the thick underbrush into the midst of which he had crawled, he peered forth through the overhanging leaves, and watched in breathless interest.  From the point where he now was he could see the shore beyond the house, where the smoke was rising.  He could now see that there were no less than four different columns of smoke ascending from as many fires.  He saw as many as twenty or thirty figures moving among the trees, made conspicuous by the bright colors of their costumes.  They seemed to be busy about something which he could not make out.

Suddenly, while his eye roved over the scene, it was struck by some fluttering color at the open window of the old house.  He had not noticed this before.  He now looked at it attentively.  Before long he saw a figure cross the window and return.  It was a female figure.