“Crawl where?” questioned Grace.
“To that ridge to the right of us.”
“I’m blest if I do!” retorted Hippy, getting up and walking deliberately towards the rocks indicated by Tom Gray.
The others, with the exception of Stacy Brown, not to be outdone in courage by Lieutenant Wingate, got up and followed him, not hurriedly, but walking slowly, keeping some distance between them, and in this way finally reaching the ridge and safety. Several shots were fired at them on the way, but all went wide of the mark.
“Where is Stacy? Quick! Maybe he has been hit,” urged Nora almost hysterically.
Grace sprang back and peered around the corner of the rocks.
“Oh, girls! Look at him, will you?” she cried.
Leaning as far out from the rocks as they dared, the Overlanders discovered the missing Chunky. He was flat on the ground on his stomach, wriggling along in a fair imitation of a serpent.
“Get up and walk, you tenderfoot!” laughed Hippy. “What are you afraid of?”
“Nothing. I just happened to think how, when I was a baby, I used to creep to the pantry to pick up crumbs, so I thought I’d see if I had forgotten how,” answered Stacy.