In
fact, they have done so before now."
"What! pet cats attack a man?" exclaimed Stubbs.
"Yes, and from what I have heard, they are pretty tough customers. I
heard that one man, in an encounter with four of the animals, had one of
his eyes scratched out and was otherwise badly clawed before he could
shoot them. Half starved, they are perfectly wild."
Stubbs shuddered.
"Let's get away from here, then," he exclaimed.
At a command from Hal, the troop moved off again and Stubbs stuck closely
between the two lads.
They had progressed perhaps half a mile further when Stubbs felt his hat
suddenly lifted from his head, and at the same moment the sharp crack of
a rifle shattered the stillness of the night.
With a shout of terror the war correspondent threw himself to the ground
and, like an ostrich, seemed to try to bury his head in the hard road.
Hal turned quickly and, taking quick aim with his revolver, fired into
the bushes, a little below the spot where the rifle had flashed fire. A
scream of pain rewarded this shot.
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