Bob was looking about him a trifle bewildered.
"I thought for a minute I was hit," said he.
"I knocked you down to get you down," explained Ware. "If there's shooting going on, it's best to get low."
"Thought I was shot," confessed Bob. "I heard two shots."
"I fired twice," said Ware. "Thought sure I must have hit, or he'd have fired back. Otherwise I'd a' kept shooting. You say he run?"
"Immediately. Didn't you see him?"
"I just cut loose at the noise he made. Why do you suppose he didn't shoot?"
"Maybe he wasn't gunning for us after all," suggested Bob.
"Maybe you've got another think coming," said Ware.
During this short exchange they were all three moving down the wagon trail. Ware's keen old eyes were glancing to right, left and ahead, and his ears fairly twitched. In spite of his conversation and speculations, he was fully alive to the possibilities of further danger.