“Pretty badly, I fear,” was the reply. “Caught me in the shoulder. Wait, I’ll try to get up.”
He made a valiant effort, but fell back with a moan of pain.
At the same instant the sound of running footsteps could be heard approaching.
Jack stooped over his commander and threw an arm about him.
With his feeble strength, the latter threw him off.
“Hurry!” he cried. “Save yourself! You can’t get me away.”
“You do as I say now,” commanded Jack sternly.
He bent over.
“Put your arm around my neck.”
Lord Hastings protested, but in vain. Jack raised his body and slipped an arm beneath it.