“Got a new gun?” asked Fenn.
“Let’s see it,” demanded Ned.
“Here she is,” exclaimed Bart, and then, forgetting his sore hand, he took from the corner a fine shotgun. “It’s a beauty,” he went on. “It’s got patent—”
“Oh! Oh!” screamed Alice. “Your hand!”
CHAPTER II
PREPARING FOR A HUNT
“What’s the matter with my hand?” asked Bart holding the gun in the one that had been injured.
“Why you’ve taken it from the sling. The blood will rush to it and—and—”