CHAPTER VI.
THE REVOLVER SHOT.
“Why the deuce did Lenning and Shoup come in this direction?” asked Ballard, in a puzzled tone. “If they’d done anything crooked on the trail from Ophir to Gold Hill, they would be getting away from company instead of hunting for it.”
“It looks as though Blunt was barking up the wrong tree,” put in Clancy. “He had a revolver in his belt, under his coat, when he came out of the hotel, and started on the warpath, Chip. Didn’t see that, did you?”
“Is that straight, Clan?” Merry demanded, staring at his chum with grave concern.
“Straight as a die.”
“I didn’t see it,” said Ballard.
“Well, I did. His coat flew back as he climbed into the saddle, and for just a second I saw the gun.”
“Why didn’t you say something about it before?” asked Frank sharply.
“It would only have got you all stirred up, Chip, without doing any good. You ought to know Barzy Blunt by this time, I should think.”