"Now, I reckon you've had enough to know your own business after this and let mine alone.

If I had any cord I'd tie you here.

As it is-----" Leaping suddenly to his feet, Mosher turned and ran swiftly through the woods.
Dick badly hurt, yet as determined as ever, pursued for a few score of yards.

Then realizing that he could hear no sound of the other's steps to guide him in the right direction, the high school boy halted.
"I may as well give it up this time," he said to himself grimly.
"Besides, my main job is to guard the camp.

If I go roaming through the woods, Mosher, as he calls himself, will double back on the camp and clean out our provisions while I'm groping out here in the dark." So Dick paused only long enough to make sure of his course back.
Then he plodded along, wincing with the pain of many blows that he had received.
"I'm lucky, anyway, that I didn't get an eye bunged up," he reflected.
"I smart and I ache, but I can see straight, and I don't believe I've received any blow that will disfigure me for the next few days.