"That's a real find to take back to camp," laughed Hal silently.
He was about to make off with the captured piece when a new impulse seized him.
"Why not go back after more loot?" he asked himself, grinning. "Jupiter, I'll do it!"
Every such move as this was fraught with added danger. But Hal moved on his stomach, taking plenty of time, always with his watchful eyes on the dim figure of the sentry a few yards away. That soldier, however, appeared to be peering mostly in the direction where he believed the camp of B Company to lie.
After a short time Hal, back in safety again, gloated over the sight of three rifles beside his own.
"I'll be a hog, if I don't look out!" chuckled the young scout of sham warfare.
Yet, though this was no life and death fighting, Private Overton had nevertheless a good deal at stake. It would result in his being set down as a rather stupid soldier should he be captured by the enemy's outpost while on scouting duty.
"I can't help it. I've got to have one more try, anyway," decided the mischievous soldier boy.
So back he crept. An instant later he tried to make himself flatter against the earth than he had been able yet to do.
For that sentry had now turned and was looking in his direction.