Hippy was on his feet in an instant.
“Where, where?”
“You savvy him white lock?”
“Yes, I see the white rock. Sure enough; there he is!”
When the automatic roared a moment later, a brown ball was seen to leap into the air, but, instead of bounding away, it straightened out and took a long, curving leap, crashed into the dwarfed bushes, then whipped over on its back.
“I got him!” shouted Lieutenant Wingate triumphantly.
“Great shot!” cried Elfreda Briggs enthusiastically.
“Hi-lee, hi-lo; hi-lee, hi-lo!” sang the guide, hopping about delightedly, his queue wriggling in the air with serpent-like movements. This time no one appeared to be irritated by Woo’s singing, for Lieutenant Wingate’s shot meant food in plenty for the Overland Riders.
CHAPTER XV
FOLLOWING THE AERIAL TRAIL
Shouting and laughing, the entire party raced down the hill and up the other side to view the result of Lieutenant Wingate’s shot. They found the buck lying dead where it had fallen, with a bullet hole through its head.