“Then he can well afford to take the matter coolly,” said Nick, “for——”
But the sentence was never finished.
Two revolver shots came from a thicket in the orchard.
Then, in the moonlight, two spiral puffs of smoke crept upward.
It was a close call, but the bullets did no harm.
CHAPTER VII.
AT FOUR O’CLOCK.
“That was going some,” said Chick coolly.