“I hope that iodine takes that inflammation out,” Jack said as he put on a new bandage.
“I guess it will be all right. It’s strong enough to take out almost anything,” Bob assured him.
Shortly after twelve they started off again and Bob assured Jack that the rest and treatment had made his leg feel a hundred percent better.
They had made but about a mile when Bob, who was in the rear, fancied that he heard a noise but a short distance behind them.
“Hold on a minute,” he called in a low voice.
Jack at once turned and waited for him to come up.
“I’m not sure but I think we’re being followed,” he whispered. “There, did you hear that?”
“That” was the sound of a man’s voice now plainly audible.
“And they’re only a little ways behind too,” Jack declared. “We’ve got to run for it.” Then as he thought of Bob’s leg he hesitated. “Think they know we’re ahead of them?”
“Ask me something easy, but they’re coming this way all right. I think we’d better run for it.”