"Of course." They remembered having heard horses scream like that. There had been a burning stable near Poperinghe—
"Poor devil," said Peter. He started off impulsively in the direction of the sound, dropping Bunter's hand.
"Come back, my lord," cried the man in a sudden agony. And then, with a frightened burst of enlightenment:
"For God's sake stop, my lord—the bog!"
A sharp shout in the utter blackness.
"Keep away there—don't move—it's got me!"
And a dreadful sucking noise.
CHAPTER XII
The Alibi
When actually in the embrace of a voracious and powerful wild animal, the desirability of leaving a limb is not a matter to be subjected to lengthy consideration.