“Spread out, and let’s take both sides together.”
They separated in the darkness, and advanced with finger on trigger, ready to fire. “Stand!”
“Stand!”
“Oh, it’s you!”
“Oh, it’s you!”
“Yes, my son; it’s me. Where’s the game I shot?”
“We have not seen him,” said Dallas. “He must have crawled away.”
“Wounded beasts are dangerous,” said Tregelly, “so look out.”
“But where’s the dog?” said Abel, in a hoarse whisper. “Hi! Scruff! Scruff!”
A sharp bark came from close at hand in the darkness.