Just within the shelter of the trees, Chester stopped.
“Hurt, Hal?” he asked.
Hal shook his head.
“Guess not,” he replied. “I did a bad job when I hopped off and lost my balance. I’m all right now, though. How about yourself?”
“I made it like a railroad man,” was Chester’s reply. “But come, we must get away from here. They’re after us.”
“Which way?” demanded Hal.
“Doesn’t make any particular difference, I guess,” replied Chester; “but straight ahead suits me.”
He led the way at a rapid trot.
Behind, the lads could hear the cries of their pursuers, and they made as rapid progress as possible. After perhaps two minutes of walking, Chester, who was slightly in advance of Hal, stopped with a cry of dismay.
They had now come to the edge of the trees and with the first sight of the wide expanse of open ground before them, Chester realized that they were trapped.