As he crawled close to Ted the expression of his face was awful to contemplate.
Such fiendish, murderous hatred he had never seen in a human countenance before.
When he was so close to Ted that he could hear his feverish breathing, the man suddenly thrust forward a pistol until the muzzle was within an inch of Ted's head.
Ted struggled to grapple with him, but he had grown so stiff from his wound that he could hardly stir. He was looking death close in the face.
The man was just about to pull the trigger when close at hand the major's voice rang out in an exclamation of amazement:
"Mowbray! You here?"
The man with the pistol sprang to his feet and faced Major Caruthers for a second. Then, with a wild cry of fear, he sprang away through the shrubbery and escaped.