Ned instantly recovered himself, and fired at the second lancer who, turning about, galloped away with a wound in his shoulder.
"Come Ned," cried Obed White.

"There is a time for all things, and it is time for us to get away from here as fast as we can." He could not be too quick for Ned, who ran swiftly, avoiding another look at the silent and motionless figure on the ground.

The riderless horse was crashing about among the trees.

From a point three or four hundred yards behind there came the sound of much shouting.

Ned thought it to be an outburst of anger caused by the return of the wounded lancer.
"We stung 'em a little," he panted.
"We did," said Obed White.