“But why did you start that engine down the track like that?”
“Well, I couldn’t see that it was any use to us any longer, and it may dispose of a few more Germans. They are walking up the track in force.”
This appealed to Chester.
“Good!” he cried, and both stopped in their tracks to listen.
A second and there came to their ears a sudden startled shout, followed by a fearful yell, a moment of silence, and then a crash.
“Good-by engine,” said Hal. “That’s a good job done. You perished nobly. Now,” to Chester, “let’s get away from this spot as fast as we can.”
They turned their faces in the direction from which they had come, and set out at a brisk pace. They plodded along for an hour through the open country, finally coming to a dense woods.
“Guess we had better try and lose ourselves in here,” said Chester.
“Right you are,” agreed Hal.
They entered the friendly shelter of the trees. Here they were forced to travel more slowly. They made good progress, however, and at the end of another hour had covered considerable distance.