At that instant came a blinding flash of lightning and a loud peal of thunder which startled the few horses the camp possessed and caused them to prance about madly. "Now!" cried Carlos, and with one quick leap he cleared six feet of ground between the hammock and the nearest patch of woods. Walter also leaped, and away they went side by side through the wind, rain, and darkness.
Crack! crack! It was the reports of two Mausers, and the ping of a bullet from the Spanish captain's pistol followed. Walter felt a strange whistling by his ear, and putting up his hand found it covered with blood. The bullet from the pistol had scratched the side of his head. Had his aim been an inch closer, gentlemanly Captain Coleo would have killed the youth on the spot.
"You are hit?" queried Carlos, breathing heavily, for loss of blood had made him weak.
"I—I reckon it's not much!" panted Walter. "But hurry up—they are coming after us!"
The boy was right; both the captain and the guard were following the pair with all possible speed, while three others brought up in the rear,
