“He found one of the arrows,” laughed Bad.
“No, I didn’t,” replied the aviator.
“There! there!” Pickles jeered, pointing his finger at Frank. “You will know it all, will you?”
Frank was a little crestfallen, and awaited developments, hoping for an opportunity to vindicate himself.
“I didn’t find an arrow, but somebody else did,” explained the rescuer.
“A-ha! What did I tell you?” cried Frank.
“He didn’t find it,” Walter replied stoutly.
“Well, what’s the difference? I suppose if I said the top of this mountain’s flat, you’d say it isn’t ’cause there’s hills on it.”
“My, what silly things you boys quarrel over,” exclaimed Mr. Miles. “You’re as bad as rival politicians. If you’ve settled the question I’ll proceed. The arrow hit Dr. Edwards’ horse as he was driving through the cañon.”
“I bet that was the horse that ran away,” interrupted Byron.