"Did you get a look at him, Hal?" asked Chester.
"No, did you?"
"No. He was in the tent for some time, but I waited until I was sure
what he was going to do before I fired, though I had him covered all
the time."
"You must be losing your eye. At that distance you should you should have
potted him without trouble."
"I guess I could have done it this time had I tried," returned Chester.
"I shot at his revolver."
"Well, I guess you hit it," said Hal. "There it is, right where he
dropped it. But his bullet whistled pretty close to my ear."
"I suppose I shouldn't have taken a chance," said Chester. "Next time
I'll shoot to hit something better than a pistol."
"Well, it doesn't make any difference now," said Hal. "He didn't get me.
I wonder who he is and what he wanted to shoot me for?"
"You've got me, look at the gun and see if there is any mark of
identification on it."
Hal stooped over and picked up the revolver. He examined it carefully and
then passed it to Chester.
"Can't find anything," he said.
Chester examined the weapon with no better success.
"Well," he said at last, slowly, "there is one thing certain. You've an
enemy of some kind in the camp.
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