The Overlanders laughed heartily.
“Chance shot!” declared Hippy.
“I think so, too,” chirped Emma.
“I think I know a chance shot when I see one,” added Lieutenant Wingate.
“I don’t doubt it. You’ve made enough of them,” growled Stacy, and the laugh was on Hippy. “I’m going to turn in. If the coyotes return don’t bother to awaken me. I am perfectly able to take care of myself if they get close enough.”
“You will help us clear up this camp, Stacy Brown!” ordered Hippy. Stacy demurred, but obeyed. When Hippy assumed that tone, Stacy knew that it was best to obey orders.
The three had been at work for only a few moments when a fusillade of shots was heard. The shots were from small arms, and were much nearer the camp than before. All work ceased instantly, and the guide looked his displeasure at the interruption. He beckoned to the girls to go to the far side of the camp, which they did without protest, but he observed that they had picked up their rifles and laid them across their laps, as they sat down in the shadows.
“Oh, Hamilton, do be careful,” called Emma.
Nora snickered, and Emma Dean elevated her chin disdainfully.
“Sh-h-h-h!” warned Grace. “I hear someone coming.”