Pee-wee just stopped short in the trail and we all stopped behind him. I guess for just about a second, none of us wanted to go nearer. The way that man’s leg was lying made me feel creepy. Harry said that was the way men lay on the battle field before the nurses took them—all sprawling, sort of.
Pretty soon Pee-wee moved a little nearer and held his torch toward the rocks.
“Funny there isn’t any blood there,” Harry said.
“Maybe the rain washed it away,” I told him.
“Go ahead, Pee-wee,” he said; “move along.”
CHAPTER XXV—WE ADD ONE MORE TO OUR PARTY
But for just about a couple of seconds, Pee-wee didn’t budge. Gee, I couldn’t blame him.
“Look at Grove’s light up there,” I said.
Away up on the road we could see the fire good and plain, and even something dark moving near it.
“Shall I call to him?” I asked.