[CHAPTER XXVII]
THE CAPTURE
For one instant Jerry Hopkins was almost inclined to believe that what he had seen was part of a dream. Then as the nerve-racking yells continued to vibrate through the barn, he knew that they came from real men.
And the faces of those men!
It was like some vision of the night. He racked his brain for a remembrance.
“Where have I seen them before—those wounded men? I’m sure——” He paused irresolutely.
His musing was interrupted by the breathless entrance of Ned and Bob.
“Jerry!” cried the stout lad. “Are you hurt?”
“What’s the matter?” gasped Ned. “Was that you calling, Jerry?”
They could not see him at first, coming in from the bright sunlight, but in a few seconds they could make out the form of their tall chum, as he stood staring at the closed door of the harness room whence came those terrific cries.