“I had no idea we were so near the rascals.”
“Bejabers, I didn’t mesilf till I see the top-knot av wan of thim over that ridge yonder.”
“They are ready for us, then.”
“Bejabers, and we’re ready too. If I iver get a bead on any wan av them there’ll be a job for the coroner, bad cess to thim.”
“Where are they? I can’t see their position very well.”
“Aisy, Misther Frank,” said Barney, “they’re hiding up yonder jist ferninst that big scrub av an oak on the edge of the cliff.”
Frank looked in that direction. Suddenly Barney gave a sharp cry.
“Whurro!” he yelled.
Quick as a flash his rifle went to his shoulder.
Crack!