CHAPTER XXI
THE ENEMY HAS HIS INNINGS
"I'D much better have stayed up the tree and been shot out of it!" flashed through Sergeant Hal's startled brain.
"Howdy!" jeered Hinkey, leering wickedly. "Didn't expect to see me, did you?"
"No," Hal admitted frankly.
"It's my inning now, Overton."
"It looks like it."
"And I'm to have my own way with you—you officers' boot-lick!"