"They will be up in the trees," said Harry. "Wait—I see something; look up to the right, a little to the left of the opening through to the sky."
"Two balls of fire could be distinctly noticed.
"That is one of them, if it isn't something larger. What shall we do?"
"Ralph, you and I will aim and fire at it, and if it makes a dive for us George and Tom can take the next shot. Get in the wagon quietly, and prepare."
"Now, ready, aim, fire!" Something came down from the tree faster than an ordinary descent.
"Get into the wagon, quickly," and suiting the action to the word, they leaped up quickly.
"Don't shoot, George, until you see something definite to shoot at."
Something went crashing through the underbrush, and Angel, who was their monitor, increased his alarm.
"I believe it is making for us."
The boys who had shot were now prepared with the newly loaded guns and awaited the attack, but beyond the plain movement of the leaves, and what appeared to be breaking twigs, nothing could be discerned, until George almost screamed, as he saw the object above them, high in the branches.