CHAPTER XXII
DICK TO THE FORE
Jeanne uttered an exclamation of joy as she stumbled upon a musket that for some reason had been thrown aside.
“This is the very thing,” she cried.
“What are you going to do?” asked Bob.
“I am going to make the guards think that we are attacked,” answered Jeanne, swinging the gun to her shoulder as she had seen the men do. Before the other could stop her she had pulled the trigger. There was a flash followed by a loud report, and with a groan Jeanne fell prone upon the earth.
“Jeanne,” shrieked Bob, falling beside her. “Jeanne, are you hurt? Oh, she’s shot! She’s shot!”
“Miss Bob! Miss Bob, where are you?” shouted the voices of the soldiers, and a number of those who had been left to guard the camp ran hither and thither in confusion.
“To arms!” came the hoarse command of an officer. “We are attacked.”
“Here! Oh, come here!” called Bob as Jeanne lay groaning upon the ground. “Captain Dallas, come here!”
In a few moments the soldiers were about them. Captain Dallas raised the fallen girl carefully.