"I should be rather fearful of risking a rifle-shot from any one if that were all that protected me."
"We can easily test it. Let's hung it up and shoot a bullet at it."
"No, that would be too bad. The ball might go through, and then it would be spoiled in its looks. Now it seems really perfect——"
"I say, me boys——"
Tim's utterance was checked by the discharge of a rifle and the near whistle of the bullet. He started up and glanced around him.
"Injuns, or me name isn't Tim O'Rooney, from Tipperary, Ireland, the gem of the say!"
CHAPTER XIV.
A STRANGE OCCURRENCE.
On a slight eminence, about an eighth of a mile south of them, stood the solitary Indian who had fired the alarming shot, he was in open view, as though he had no fears of the results of his challenge, and appeared to be surveying the white people with an air of curiosity that they should presume to encroach upon his hunting-grounds.