But Greaser
never stirred as he sat in the waning light. At last I had half circled the
camp.
After a short rest I started forward, slow and stealthy as a creeping cat.
When within fifty feet of the fire I went down on all-fours and began to
crawl. Twice I got out of line. But at last Dick's burly shoulders loomed
up between me and the light.
Then I halted. My breast seemed bursting, and I panted so hard that I was
in a terror lest I should awaken some one. Again I thought of what I was
doing, and fought desperately to gain my coolness,
Now the only cover I had was Dick's broad back, for the sapling to which he
was tied was small. I drew my hunting-knife. One more wriggle brought me
close to Dick, with my face near his hands, which were bound behind him. I
slipped the blade under the lasso, and cut it through.
Dick started as if he had received an electric shock. He threw back his
head and uttered a sudden exclamation.
Although I was almost paralyzed with fright I put my hand on his shoulder
and whispered: "S-s-s-h! It's Ken!"
Greaser uttered a shrill cry. Dick leaped to his feet. Then I grew dizzy,
and my sight blurred. I heard hoarse shouts and saw dark forms rising as if
out of the earth. All was confusion. I wanted to run, but could not get up.
There was a wrestling, whirling mass in front of me.
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