Gilbert accompanied him. Their first hunt for the 3ommander, however, was unsuccessful.
"It's queer," was Ben's comment. "I trust he isn't dead in the bushes."
The hunt gradually brought them to a trail through the jungle, and presently Gilbert heard a faint moan for help. Running in the direction, they found a soldier of Company C lying on some moss, his knee shattered from a Mauser bullet.
"Oh, the pain!" groaned the poor fellow. "Help me, won't you?"
"We'll do all we can for you," answered Ben, and while he went to work, Gilbert ran back to bring up the hospital corps with a stretcher.
"You want to go after Major Morris," said the wounded soldier, as soon as he felt comfortable enough to talk.
"We are looking for Major Morris," replied Ben, much astonished. "Where is he?"
"He was knocked over by one of the Dagos, md then three of 'em carried him away."
This was certainly news, and Ben waited impatiently for Gilbert to get back. As soon as the young Southerner returned, both asked the
