“It appears to me those boys are a long time gone,” he said. “I hope they are all right.”
“Oh, they are all right,” spoke the moving-picture artist easily. “They took the rifles with them, and agreed that in case of any danger or difficulty befalling them, they would fire three times.”
“In that case——” began the professor.
But he halted with an abrupt exclamation of consternation. Mr. Tubbs’s face likewise took on a perturbed look at the interruption.
From the forest, to their right, three shots, fired in rapid succession, had resounded.
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INDIANS?
“What can be the matter?” was the exclamation that burst from the professor’s lips.
“Something serious,” declared Mr. Tubbs. “Take a rifle and we’ll find out.”
Hastily selecting a weapon each, the two friends plunged into the forest in the direction from whence the shots had come.