“What next?”
“I think our best move will be to get out of the trail and follow it a little to one side. It’s getting too thickly settled here to keep much in the open.”
They had made about half a mile further without hearing any more shots and Bob was on the point of suggesting that they stop for a rest as his leg was giving him considerable trouble and he feared to tax it too heavily, when Jack, who was a few feet ahead, suddenly came to an abrupt stop.
“What did you hear?” Bob asked limping up.
“Nothing, but it looks to me as though we’re coming out of the woods.”
“Does look that way. Suppose you reconnoiter a bit while I rest this game leg.”
“Right.”
“But you be careful now, and don’t go far,” Bob cautioned.
“You know me,” Jack replied as he crept softly away.
“He’s a broth of a boy,” Bob thought as he watched him as long as he was in sight.