“Well, he seemed dead to me. Of course, if he had nine lives like domestic cats, he may have eight left to enjoy, but I’m dead certain that I deprived him of one of them.”
“Sometimes you think they’re killed when they’re only stunned. They sure are tough customers, and whether they have nine lives or only one, they certainly take a lot of killing. All I’ve got to say is that you were mighty lucky.”
“Guess you’re right.”
“I’d rather run into a bear any day than one of those fellows when he is on the war path.”
“I’ll leave them alone in the future if they’ll return the compliment,” Rex assured him.
“Just a minute,” Bob said, “I forgot something,” and taking his revolver from his pocket, he fired two shots close together.
“That’s the signal that you’re found,” he explained, as he fired twice more. “Don’t know whether the others are near enough to hear ’em or not, but it’s the best I can do.”
“Is this the lake we were on?”
“Not much. This is Priestly Lake.”
“How far away are we?”