CHAPTER XIX
NIGHT IN THE FORESTAs the sounds of flight and pursuit receded, I crawled out of the ditch, and called softly to my companion, who answered me, from the other side of the road, with a groan and an oath.
"I am hurt; it is my leg--my ankle; I cannot stand," he said despairingly.
As the lightning flared again, I saw his face for a moment, plastered with black mud, and furious with pain and chagrin. I groped my way across to him, hauled him out of the ditch, and felt his limbs to try to ascertain the extent of his injury.
It might have been worse, for there were no broken bones, as I had feared at first; but he had a badly sprained ankle.
"Bind it--hard, with your handkerchief," he said, between his set teeth. "We must get out of this, into the wood. They will return directly.
