"That's all right," said the little corporal, kindly. "We were just a-foolin' a bit with you, Johnny."
"We never meant to hurt you," said the other. "You feel better now?"
"Yes, where's Willy?" He was too tired to move.
"He's all right. We'll take you to him."
"Am I shot?" asked Frank.
"No! Do you think we'd have touched a hair of your head—and you such a brave little fellow? We were just trying to scare you a bit and carried it too far, and you got a little faint,—that's all."
The voice was so kindly that Frank was encouraged to sit up.
"Can you walk now?" asked the corporal, helping him and steadying him as he rose to his feet.
"I'll take him," said the big fellow, and before the boy could move, he had stooped, taken Frank in his arms, and was carrying him back toward the place where they had left Willy, while the others followed after with the horses.
"I can walk," said Frank.