"Well, I don't know," confessed Chester. "I was just thinking."
"Think while you have a chance," said the colonel with a slight grin.
"Looks like our thinking days were about over."
Chester's eyes roamed about the tent. His eyes sparkled.
"We might as well have a little fun, anyhow," he remarked. "How hard do you think you could hit a man with that chair you are sitting on?"
Colonel Anderson felt the chair carefully with his fingers.
"Well, pretty hard, I guess," was his reply. "What's the idea?"
"Think you could hit him so hard he wouldn't have time to cry out?"
"Yes; if I was particular how I handled it."
"Well, we'll have a try at it then," declared Chester.
"Try at what? What do you mean?"