"It depends upon which way they run," again said Noel. "We don't want them coming in our direction."
"I'm not so shure about that," said Dennis, whose respect for the enemy had fallen because of the long silence which had prevailed after their arrival, "I'm not so shure of that," he repeated. "'Most anything is better than nothing. Now, then, Noel," he explained, "you see that big oak tree just beyond the place where the Johnnies are lyin'?"
"Yes," replied Noel, as he glanced at the huge tree in the distance.
"Do you think you could hit it?"
"A blind man could do that," said Noel.
"Well, then, I'll fire and then you fire."
"At the tree?" demanded Noel in surprise.
"That's it. That's it, exactly."
"What good will that do? It will only expose us and our shots won't do any damage."
"We'll see about that in a minute or two," laughed Dennis. "When these strange bullets of ours strike the tree they are goin' to make that percussion cap explode and then the powder will go off and there will be a big noise right behind the Johnnies. They'll think somebody's firin' at thim from the other side."