He scrambled quickly to his feet and hurried on. A moment later and the three boys gained the shelter of the forest and plunged into it. A few scattering shots followed them and then all was still. It was now too dark to shoot with any good chance of success.
"Wait here," panted Jacques drawing his two companions down behind a clump of bushes. Guns in hand the three young soldiers crouched and peered eagerly back over the course they had come.
"Do you think they'll follow us in here?" demanded Earl in a whisper.
"I doubt it," replied Jacques. "There are only four of them now you know."
"Only two of them were hit," objected Leon. "I don't believe that those two who were thrown from their horses were hurt."
"Not badly perhaps," agreed Jacques. "They got an awful jolt just the same. At any rate it's only six to three now."
"What do you think they'll do?" asked Earl.
"I wish I knew."
"Can't we crawl up to the edge of the woods and look at them?"
"That would be pretty risky."