"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. It will behoove you to be careful in the future."
"I suppose the bullet was meant for me," said Hal, "although, of course it might have been meant for either you or Stubbs."
"Great Scott! What would anybody want to shoot Stubbs for?"