sympathetically, and took hold of his companion's hand to assist him. Gilmore did try, but his pain was evidently intense, for with a shiver from head to foot he sank down again.
"I—can't make it, captain! Oh, what shall we do now?" and the speaker's face grew white.
"We'll do the best we can," returned Ben, trying to be cheerful, although he realized the gravity of the situation. It was hard enough for a man to take care of himself, let alone taking care of an injured comrade.
While speaking Ben had his eyes trained on the jungle behind him, and now, at a great distance, he saw a Filipino soldier sneaking along under the trees. The soldier was followed by three others, and the four disappeared almost as swiftly as they had appeared.
"You saw something?" queried Gilmore, watching Ben's face closely.
"Yes, four rebels, moving to the left."
"And armed?"
"Yes. They—there go some more! Six, seven, eight, nine!"
"It's just as I guessed—the jungle is full of them. Captain, we'll never get back alive!"
