“Where is it?” asked Ned.
“My leg!”
They noticed that his left leg was doubled under him. As tenderly as they could they lifted him up. As they did so Bob saw a stream of blood trickling from Jerry’s foot.
“You’re shot!” he cried. “Oh Jerry!”
“No, it isn’t the bullet,” said Jerry. “I think I ran a sharp stone through my shoe as I fell.”
The two chums bent closer to look.
“It’s an Indian arrow head!” exclaimed Ned as he saw the long sharp piece of flint piercing the side of Jerry’s shoe. “I’ll pull it out.”
He tried, but it was imbedded in the flesh more firmly than he had thought.
“Oh!” exclaimed Jerry, and then the terrible pain, as Ned tried to withdraw the ancient weapon, made him faint.