“Yes,” said Rifle; “but they will not come fair. I’m afraid they’ll try to take us by surprise.”
“Let ’em,” said Tim, scornfully. “If they do, we must try and surprise them.”
Chapter Twenty One.
“Think you can hit a black?”
A long anxious afternoon of watching, but the blacks made no sign, and upon Shanter being referred to, he replied coolly: “Plenty come along when piggi jump down, all no see.”
Tim shuddered at the black’s coolness.
“Make shoot bang. Black fellow run along holler—ow!”
“He doesn’t seem to mind a bit,” whispered Tim.