“Yes, but I didn’t know it was at that man.”
“Certainly it was,” said Joseph. “His aim was evidently good, too.”
“I should say so. Just suppose it hadn’t been though. I hate to think of what might have happened to us if he had missed.” Robert shivered at the mere thought of such a thing.
At this moment Deerfoot reappeared, his work completed. “We go now,” he exclaimed quickly.
“It’s about time,” said Robert as he bent over to pick up his brother. Once more he grasped him by the ankles while Deerfoot held him under his arms. Thus burdened, they turned and started back to the shelter of the trees.
“Come along,” shouted John Mason cheerily. “We’ll keep watch that no one else gets close to you. Come as fast as you can and keep low.”
“I’m low enough,” exclaimed Joseph, as his back bumped upon a mound of earth.
“Sorry, Joe, I didn’t mean to scrape you,” Robert apologized.
“Don’t worry about me,” said Joseph. “You can bump me all you want if you will only get me back quickly. My wound feels better now since Deerfoot bandaged it.”
Stumbling and tripping often, they hurried on their way. Shouts and words of encouragement were flung at them from their comrades and served as a spur to the three friends. Soon they reached their original positions where a warm welcome was waiting for them.