was not nearly so much excited as the bulldog.
"Ki-yi, where is the hole under the fence?" yelped the bull.
"I am blinded. I cannot see. You must show me. They will get me."
Then the three guns went bang, bang, bang again. This time Pierre himself felt the sharp sting of several shot and he knew full well what it was that made the Killer yelp. Either they were being stung by bees or else it was something connected with the loud noise that stung their hides so. Anyhow, they must get out of this lot, or be stung to death.
"Here, this way," sniffed Pierre. "Here is the hole."
But he had spoken too late to help his companion, for at the same instant the Winchester barked again and the
