Page 170 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

“ Waggle your other toe— waggle all your toes," whis­
pered Jack.
The blanket acted as if some one was having a fit
under it.

" Y o u r leg ain't broke; you are all right*” said Jack.
“ Com e on,”
Jake insisted that his leg was broken, and that he could
not walk,
*l Craw l” said Jack, creeping up lo him, " Come ont like

injins, It’s getting day.” He started off through the weeds,
and Jake Crawled after him. His ankle was sprained, how­
ever, and tilt briers were thick, and he made slow progress,
so Jack crawled along by him through the veeds, helping
him.
They were about half way across the little clearing when

they heard a noise behind them ; lights were moving about
in the house, and, looking back. Jack saw men moving aronnd
the house, and a man poked his head out of the window.
11 Here's where they escaped, ” they called Another man

below the window called out. “ Here’s their track, where they
went. They cannot have gone far. We can catch them."
They started toward them. It was the supreme mo­
ment.
11 Run, Jake ; run for the woods,” cried Jack, springing to

his feet and pulling Jake up* They struck out. Jake was
limping, however, and Jack put his arm under him and sup­
ported him along. They heard a cry behind them of, “ There