loading, and by the time he was ready, it was useless for him to fire. He therefore held his shot.
Meanwhile, Shagbark had moved to the wagon which Abner Fleming was guarding. Explaining the singular incident on the other side of the circle, he said:
“We’ll git our man sure, for the minute he blazes away, I’ll shoot a little to his right and ye do the same to his left: that’ll settle him.”
Hardly were the words spoken, when a flash appeared directly in front. The bullet went wide, but Shagbark had his weapon leveled in a twinkling.”
“Now let him have it!”
The two reports sounded like one. To the amazement there was no cry. Evidently the enemy had not been touched.
“Which side did ye fire, Abner?” asked the puzzled guide.
“To the left—that is, to the Indian’s left.”
“Thunder! that’s what I done; I meant to the left as we’re standing.”
“You ought to have explained clearly.”
“It’s too late now; be ready for the next show.”
