He could hear the wounded man moving rather swiftly through the corn.
"He ought to leave a trail of blood," thought Hal, swiftly, and turned his attention to the next enemy.
But that man had stopped his firing.
Then Hal turned his rifle in the direction of the flashes from the pistol farthest away.
Bang! He sent one shot there, and the shooting of the unknown stopped.
Hal Dropped to One Knee.
Private Overton, however, could not know whether he had hit the fellow.
"That fellow in the middle may be left yet," breathed Hal Overton, "I'll find out."