It did not seem as if he could
have run down the mountainside at the rate he was going without falling
and breaking his neck. The guide fired his revolver into every dark
recess that he thought might afford a hiding place for the fugitive.
Then he loaded up and emptied his revolver a second time.
By this time the camp was almost in a state of panic. Miss Elting
spoke sharply to the girls, commanding them to stop their shouting and
to come back.
"Mr. Grubb, if you keep on shooting you will have no ammunition left,"
the guardian warned him. "Besides, I would rather you wouldn't shoot
any more. We don't know that this man is the one we suspect."
Janus broke his smoking revolver and ejected the exploded shells, after
which he recharged the cylinder and put the weapon back in his pocket.
He returned to the campfire, holding his hat in one hand, with the
other hand brushing the perspiration from his forehead.
"Well, I swum!" he muttered. "I swum!"
"Harriet, we will hear your explanation. Why didn't you tell Mr. Grubb
in time, so he could look after this fellow?" demanded Miss Elting.
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