“Duck,” Bob shouted.
Ping!
Another ball struck just over Bob’s head.
“They’ve got the range all right,” he muttered loudly enough for Jack to hear.
“Lucky they can’t see us,” Jack said as he ducked beneath the branches of a big pine.
No other shots were fired and after getting some hundred yards into the woods they paused.
“Think they’ll follow us?” Jack asked.
“I’ll bet they will. For some reason they don’t want to lose us.”
“Did you bring our packs?”
“I did that but whether we can find them in the dark is another question. We’ll have a try at it but for one I don’t think it will be healthy for us to linger round here very long. Unless I’m very much mistaken they’ll be after us in about two shakes of a dog’s tail.”