"No, I shan't desert you, Peck. We'll see the thing through together."
"But the Indians might come down on us."
"We've got to run that risk. The question is, can you walk at all?"
For reply Peck got up on his feet. At first he swayed around a little, but presently steadied himself.
"I'm good for a little distance, captain, but I don't reckon to go into any walking match just yet."
"Then we'll go ahead. As soon as you feel played out, don't hesitate to say so."
Captain Moore carried the rifle, hunting-knife, and what was left of the meat, and also insisted upon having the private lean on his arm. In this fashion two miles were covered by noon, when they came to a rest under the shade of a big tree. Peck was pale, and showed plainly that the exertion had done him no good.
"Hardest walking I ever did," he admitted, as he stretched himself at full length. It was his will-power alone that had kept him up.
"Well, we are gaining," said Captain Moore cheerfully. "Three miles more will see us through."
"If the enemy don't gobble us in the meantime."
