the brook and to here, and I haven't dared to go any further. Those Indians can't be far off."
"It was good of you to do that for me, captain," said the private gratefully.
"I know you would have done as much for me, Peck. What I am worried about is what we are to do next."
"Perhaps you had better wait till dark, and then sneak to the fort."
"How do you feel?"
"Weak, captain, weak as a rag."
"I shan't leave you, Peck."
"But you ought to try to save yourself."
"We can both try to do that, when you are stronger."
Slowly the day wore along until night was once more on the pair. Peck had tried to stand up, but the effort had proved a dismal failure.
"It's no use," he murmured. "I reckon I'm a fit subject for the hospital," and he gave a sickly grin.
The night was one Captain Moore never forgot. He was hungry, but there was nothing at hand with which to satisfy the cravings of the inner man. Peck's mind began to ramble again, and once he struggled violently, thinking he was fighting with an Indian, who was trying to tear out his side.
