VI
FOR OUR VERY LIVES
CHAPTER XXIV
SPEARS IN THE DARK
"O-o-oh!" he moaned. "They got me. It's a wonder they didn't kill me. But here I am along with old Neil Gleazen."
"Where's your bundle?" Gleazen demanded.
"Down in the grass by the spring."
"Let me tell you, Matterson, it's good I carried my own."