"Did it get you, Frank?" called out Bart in alarm.
"No," replied Frank, "but it came closer than I care to think about."
At the corporal's command they took shelter behind trees, from which they scanned the locality in the direction from which the shot had come.
There was no trace of any concealed marksman, search the coverts as they would. But that he was there, and that he was an enemy to be dreaded, was shown a moment later when a bullet ridged the fingers of the hand that Billy had incautiously exposed.
With an exclamation, Billy put his bleeding fingers to his mouth. The injury was slight and Bart bound his hand up for him, using extreme care to keep behind the trees.
"We have to hand it to that fellow," remarked the corporal. "He certainly knows how to shoot."
"I'd hand him something if I only knew where he was," growled Billy.
"I know where he is," said Frank.
"Do you?" asked the corporal eagerly.
"Where?"