‘Shore.’
‘What for?’
‘Thought there was a man on it—the man who had just shot through the window at them.’
‘Well, I’ll be damned!’ exploded Dave. ‘What’s this all about?’
‘Search me,’ replied Lem wearily, as he lighted his cigarette.
‘Did either of ’em get hit, Lem?’
‘No-o-o, not exactly. The bullet hit their can of milk, and the can hit Stevens between the eyes.’
‘Can yuh imagine that? And you say that Miss Lane and the tenderfoot never got to Cañonville?’
‘So far as we know, they never did.’
‘But where are they?’