Behind the brush Don and Tim waited. The sounds of feet crashing through the forest grew fainter and at last ceased.
Tim jumped to his feet. "That settles the Foxes," he cried. "Now if we can duck the Eagles we're all right."
CHAPTER XII
OUT OF THE WOODS
Joyously Don broke from cover. The Eagles might threaten later, but just now the field was clear. He took great breaths of the fresh air. It was good to breathe deeply after having been almost afraid to breathe at all.
Tim brought back the haversacks and canteens and pushed them out of sight behind the wall of brush. After a moment's thought he changed his mind and pulled out one of the canteens.
"That ankle may need another wetting," he said. "For the rest of the way we'll travel light. We should have dropped that load long ago."
"How will we find it again?" Don asked. "There's lots of brush."
Tim took out a handkerchief and tied it where it could be plainly seen.
"Believe me," he said, "we're some team. What one forgets the other thinks about."