I'm going to lie down and creep forward as we used to do on the plains.

I want to get a sight of those fellows, that is, if you say so, sir." "Of course," said Dick, "but don't take too big risks, sergeant.

We can't afford to let you be shot." "Never fear," said the sergeant, dropping almost flat upon his face, and creeping slowly forward.
The dusky figure worming itself through the bushes heightened the illusion of an old Indian combat.

The sergeant was a scout and trailer feeling for the enemy and he reminded Dick of his famous ancestor, Paul Cotter.

Several more shots were fired by the foe, but they did not hurt anybody, all of them flying overhead.