in that no bone had been crushed. That might well have happened
with such a trap, or a ligament or tendon might have been wrenched
or torn, in which case he would have found it just about
impossible to move at all. As it was, however, he was able to get
along, though he suffered considerable pain every time he put his
foot to the ground.

It was no time, however, in which to think of discomforts so
comparatively trifling as that. When he was outside he would be
able, with the other scout's aid, to give his foot some attention,
using the first aid outfit that he always carried, as every scout
should do. But now the one thing to be done, to make good his
escape.

Harry realized, as soon as he was free, that he was not by any
means out of the woods. He was still decidedly in the enemy's
country, and getting out of it promised to be a difficult and a
perilous task. He was handicapped by his lack of knowledge of the
place and what little he did know was discouraging. He had proof
that human enemies were not the only ones he had to fear. And the
only way he knew that offered a chance of getting out offered, as
well, the prospect of encountering the men who had pursued Dick
Mercer, returning. It was just as he made up his mind to this
that the other scout spoke again.

"We can't get out the way you came in," he said. "Or, if we
could, it's too risky. But there's another way. I've been in
here since these people started putting their traps around, and I
know where most of them are. Come on!"