“Well, that means we were all wide awake at daybreak.”
“Then you saw all?” cried Chris.
“Why, certainly. Ned had the glass and was telescoping in all directions up and down the valley, looking out for squalls, when he suddenly made us all jump nearly out of our skins for joy by shouting out, ‘There’s Chris!’”
“And then you saw all that happened?”
“To be sure we did,” said Griggs; “everything, and precious unpleasant some of it was. It brought us into action pretty soon though, making us hurry up towards the head of the valley here on the chance of getting a good shot or two in amongst our savage friends.”
Chris turned round and looked the American full in the face, but without speaking.
“Well, what’s the matter, lad? Smudgy with gunpowder? Oh, I’ve had no time to wash this morning.”
“Griggs,” cried Chris excitedly, “who was it fired that shot?”
“Which one, my lad? We sent a good many flying.”
“You know what I mean.”