“He’ll stick to it till he drops,” he thought, as he came to a stop after they had covered about a hundred yards.
“Let’s breathe a minute,” he said.
“S-second the motion,” Rex panted as he leaned against a tree.
“Hear anything?” Bob asked.
“Not a sound,” Jack replied straining his ears.
“Mebby they won’t follow us,” Rex suggested.
“Mebby not,” Bob replied, but he knew that the hope was without much foundation.
“You’ll get your second wind in a minute or two,” Bob encouraged Rex as he started again.
But they had made scarcely another hundred yards when, from the sound close behind him, Bob realized that Rex was near the end of his endurance.
“If it only wasn’t for that pain in my side,” he panted as Bob stopped.