my chum got away, but it would be better to be sure. And they'll be
after me soon."

"If they give us two or three minutes we'll both get out," said the
newcomer, confidently. "I know this place with my eyes shut. I used to play
here before the old family moved away. I'm the vicar's son, in the village,
and I always had the run of the park until these new people came. And I've
been in here a few times since then, too."

"That's all right," said Harry. "But how am I going to get out of this
trap?"

"Let me have your flashlight a moment," said the stranger.

Harry gave it to him, and the other scout bent over his ankle. Harry saw
that he had a long, slender piece of wire. He guessed that he was going to
try to pick the lock. And in a minute or less Harry heard a welcome click
that told him his new found friend--a friend in need, indeed, he was
proving himself to be!--had succeeded. His ankle was free.

He struggled to his feet, and there was a moment of exquisite pain as the
blood rushed through his ankle and circulation was restored to his numbed
foot. But he was able to stand, and, although limpingly, to walk. He had
been fortunate, as a matter of fact, 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 was 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