More than ever there
seemed to be danger about them. And suddenly it reached out and gripped
them--gripped Harry, at least. As he took a step his foot sank through the
ground, as it seemed. The next moment he had all he could do to suppress a
cry of agony as a trap closed about his ankle, wrenching it, and throwing
him down.
"Go on!" he said to Dick, suppressing his pain by a great effort.
"I won't leave you!" said Dick. "I--"
"Obey orders! Don't you see you've got to go? You've got to tell them about
the wireless--and about where I am! Or else how am I to get away? Perhaps
if you come back quickly with help they won't find me until you come!
Hurry--hurry!"
Dick understood. And, with a groan, he obeyed orders, and went.
CHAPTER VII
A CLOSE SHAVE
Probably Dick did not realize that he was really showing a high order of
courage in going while Harry remained behind, caught in that cruel trap and
practically in the hands of enemies who were most unlikely to treat him
well. In fact, as he made his way toward the wall, Dick was reproaching
himself bitterly.
"I ought to stay!" he kept on saying to himself over and over again. "I
ought not to leave him so! He made me go so that I would be safe!"
There had been no time to argue, or Harry might have been able to make him
understand that it was at least as dangerous to go as to stay--perhaps even
more dangerous.
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