The head dropped back so quickly that he could not tell whether or not his bullet sped true.

After a long wait the sergeant suggested that they creep away.
"I think they've had enough," he said.

"They've certainly lost one man, and maybe two.

Slade won't care to risk much more." Dick was glad to go and, following the sergeant's lead, he crawled four or five hundred yards, a most painful but necessary operation.

Then they stood up, and made good time through the forest.