Then he leaped aboard Hero and showed them some fancy shots with his horse on the run. He and Dig had practised so much in the corral at home that Chet had really become wonderfully expert. Pistol shooting is a matter of eye and practice. Ordinarily one must have a big target to hit with a six-shooter.
The morning was growing old. Even the Indians began to wish to get on. Amoshee drew Chet Havens aside and said:
“I took your advice and went to see Mr. Havens.”
“Bully for you!” exclaimed Chet. “I know my father will be glad to do something for you, if you’ll let him.”
“But I didn’t see him, Chet,” the Indian lad said calmly.
“You didn’t see him?”
“No. He had a visitor. I stayed hidden. I knew that man.”
“Who—the man with father?”
“Yes.”
“Who was he? What did he want?” queried Chet, in wonder.