"Come up here!" It was Dad's voice calling to them. "Where's that rifle?"
"I—-I dropped it, I told you."
"Where did you drop it?"
"Right there."
"Show me."
Stacy climbed to the top of the rise and stepped confidently over to where he had let go the rifle before rushing down after having tried to shoot the lion. He actually stooped over to pick up the gun, so confident was he as to its location. Then a puzzled expression appeared on Stacy's face.
"Oh, it's there, is it?"
"Why—-I—-I———- Say, you're trying to play a joke on me."
"I rather think you've played it on yourself," jeered the guide. "Where did you leave it?"
"Right there, I tell you."