Of course Jack had noticed about where the second trooper left his saddle. It was just to one side of the gap which he intended using in order to gain the little by-road.
“What if we find him injured. Jack—what ought we do about it?” asked Amos, about the time they arrived at the wall.
“Remember the air pilot, don’t you, Amos? Well, if we could bind up his wounds, and go our way without betraying him to his enemies, we ought to repeat, I should think.”
“You know best, Jack, and I want to say that whatever you settle on doing I’m back of you every time.”
“I expected you’d talk that way, Amos. You’d never let an injured dog suffer if you could help it. Come on, and if that Uhlan can be assisted through our limited means we’re the ones to be on the job.”
A minute later they entered among the bushes at the place where they had seen the second trooper vanish; and almost immediately discovered the object of their search.
CHAPTER XIV.
MET ON THE ROAD.
The Uhlan had evidently been trying to hide. He was crawling along as with an effort, and undoubtedly experiencing great physical pain in so doing, which went to prove that his injury was more than trifling.
He must have heard the approach of the two American lads, for just as they discovered him amidst the bushes he drew himself up and faced about. Amos would never forget that sight of the wounded rough rider. His face was scratched and bleeding, doubtless caused by his hasty and reckless plunge into the bushes at the time he left his saddle. There was a defiant look on it, like that of a man who has given up all hope of coming out of the adventure with his life, yet meant to show a grim front to the foe, and go down with colors flying.