A moment later Hal was beside his friend.
“Are you hurt much?” he demanded anxiously.
“Not even touched,” was the reply. “I dropped to the ground when the bullet whizzed by. I was afraid he would hit me next time.”
Hal seized Chester’s hand and squeezed it warmly.
“I was afraid it was all up with you,” he said. “I——”
The sudden flash of a rifle interrupted him, and another bullet flew past.