There was no answer. Flinging up his hand, he began shooting into the gloom. He did not stop until he had emptied the weapon. Having run on some distance, he paused and listened, stopping Bart with an outstretched hand.
Silence lay over the valley.
“Did you hit him?” asked Bart.
“I don’t know,” confessed Frank.
“I can hear nothing of him.”
“Nor I.”
“You may have dropped him here.”
“If not, my map is gone.”
As he was talking, Frank threw open his pistol and the empty shells were ejected. He deftly refilled the cylinder.