“Be glad it didn’t knock out your teeth,” answered Joe, as he assisted him to his feet. “It is dark here for certain.”
“How far do you suppose we have still to go?”
“Not less than half a mile.”
A moment after this a distant shot rang out, followed by several others in quick succession.
Then came a muffled yell, which gradually became louder.
“The attack on the camp has begun!” ejaculated Joe. “Oh, Harry, we are too late!”
“You are right. More than likely the camp is surrounded.”
“Then we can’t get to the others even if we try!”
“Perhaps we can. Anyway I am not going to stay here when the others may be fighting for their lives. Think of your mother and mine, and of the girls.”
“Yes! yes!” Joe gave a groan which was echoed by his companion. “We must go on.”