"I heard
a gun fired twice. Can it be that some one is shooting at us? Oh, I
hope not. But we must get out of here! Mr. Grubb, is that you?" she
called, hearing some one floundering toward them.
"It's Grubb. Get out of that."
"What has happened?" begged Harriet, hurrying to meet the guide, who
came on a run to where they stood.
"Enough! Did you hear the shots?"
"Yes."
"Well, one of them snipped the lamp. I'm greased from head to foot.
The scoundrel!"
"But--but perhaps they were not intended for you, Mr. Grubb," suggested
Jane breathlessly.
"They were intended for me, all right. No mistake about that, young
ladies. Now, I want you to get into that shack on the double quick. I
haven't a rifle, but I have a revolver that's good enough to take care
of anything that gets close enough. Don't make too much noise; there
might be another shot."
"I think not, if we do not start any more fires. I have an idea that
the shots were intended for you, Mr. Grubb, not for us. If so, the man
will not shoot again in the dark, fearing to hit one of us."
"Well, I swum!" grunted the guide.
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