"
"Thought I was shot," confessed Bob. "I heard two shots."
"I fired twice," said Ware. "Thought sure I must have hit, or he'd have
fired back. Otherwise I'd a' kept shooting. You say he run?"
"Immediately. Didn't you see him?"
"I just cut loose at the noise he made. Why do you suppose he didn't
shoot?"
"Maybe he wasn't gunning for us after all," suggested Bob.
"Maybe you've got another think coming," said Ware.
During this short exchange they were all three moving down the wagon
trail. Ware's keen old eyes were glancing to right, left and ahead, and
his ears fairly twitched. In spite of his conversation and speculations,
he was fully alive to the possibilities of further danger.
"He maybe's laying for us yet," said Bob, as the thought finally
occurred to him. "Better have your gun handy."
"My gun's always handy," said Ware.
"You're bearing too far south," interposed the girl. "He was more up
this way."
"Don't think it," said Ware.
"Yes," she insisted. "I marked that young fir near where I first saw
him; and he ran low around that clump of manzanita."
Still skeptical, Ware joined her.
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