“Ah, look out!” he cried, and followed up his words by firing; but before the bullet left his rifle Chris heard a loud whirring and saw his companion start violently before stooping down a few yards away to pick a little arrow from where it had stuck in the ground.
“That’s not bad shooting,” said Griggs coolly. “Hit him, doctor?”
“Yes,” said the latter, hurrying up to catch Chris’s hand.
“My boy! my boy!” he cried in a choking voice which prevented him from saying more.
But he seemed to give himself a wrench directly after, to speak out plainly and with decision.
“You must keep a sharper lookout, Griggs,” he cried. “You forget that we are within range of their arrows.”
“I shall remember in future, doctor,” said the American dryly.
“Did that arrow touch you?” said the doctor anxiously.
“Went right through the leg of my boot, sir,” said Griggs coolly.
“But it did not graze you? Why, man, you’re bleeding fast!”