"No, I only wish to equalise chances."
"But—"
"It is done now."
The fourth rifle was broken.
"And now," the Canadian said, as he showed himself "suppose we have a talk."
And, leaving his shelter, he walked to the river bank.
"Yes, talk, demon," the American shouted.
With a movement swift as thought, he seized the last rifle, and shouldered it; but, ere he could pull the trigger, he rolled on the platform, uttering a cry of pain.
The hunter's bullet had broken his arm.
"Wait for me, I am coming," the Canadian continued with perfect calmness.