CHAPTER VI
BAGGED BY LUCKY SHOTS
"K-I-I-O-O-O-O! K-I-I-I-O-O-O!"
"There he goes!" shouted Walter.
Stacy was picking himself up from the ground where the rifle had kicked him.
Bang!
Ned Rector had risen to his feet the instant Stacy fired. Throwing his rifle to shoulder, he fired at an object that he saw bounding down the opposite side of the hill.
"I got him! I got him!" shouted Ned, dancing about in his glee. "Chunky Brown, you're no good. All you can do with a rifle is to get kicked and fall in. Take a lesson from your Uncle Dudley——"
"Good shooting, boys," said a laughing voice behind them.