Tom Burns got up and started away with celerity. He thought it wise to put as great a distance as possible between himself and the tall and stalwart hunter.
“I’ll scare him a little,” said Luke.
He fired after the fugitive, taking care not to hit him, however. Tom Burns heard the bullet whistling by his head, and with a cry of terror increased his speed till he reached a place where he felt secure.
“That is a terrible man!” he panted. “He’d as soon take my life as not. I won’t get in his way again if I can help it.”
“Well, Ernest, where do you want to go? What are your plans?”
“I don’t know,” answered Ernest gravely. “I am not sure that I have any plans. I feel upset completely.”
“Sit down here and I’ll talk to you.”
The two sat down together.
“Now, how much money have you got?”
“A hundred dollars.”