CHAPTER III—THE PENDLETONS’ TROUBLES
They came to the fence, as Neale O’Neil had said they would, and then, after following it a little way, Margy shouted aloud and ran ahead.
“Here he is! Here is daddy!” she cried.
Her brother and sister followed closely on her heels, and the Kenway party came afterward, but almost as quickly. They saw a man lying on the ground, and at first he lay so still that the older girls and Luke and Neale did fear that Mr. Pendleton was dead.
Then——
“Oh!” gasped Agnes, with a sudden intake of breath. “His eyes are open.”
“He’s alive, all right,” said Luke Shepard.
“Oh, Daddy! Daddy!” Margy cried, over and over.
“Margy,” the man murmured, “and Carrie, and Reggy——”
“No, Daddy,” said the little boy very decidedly, “I’m going to be Shot Pendleton after this. This boy says it’s a better name, and I like it. ‘Reggy’ sounds as if I ought to have curls.”