"I _am_ not. I'm trying to get to my rifle." "Here. Take mine. Look out for Tom. He is on the opposite side of the camp. We agreed not to go beyond the edge of the clearing so there might be no danger of our hitting each other. He is looking for the 'shereef.'" "I'll fix him. Hark! Did you hear that?" "Yes. It was a revolver shot on beyond where Tom is," answered Grace. "There it goes again. Tom must be using his revolver. A hit! Somebody yelled," cried Lieutenant Wingate. "I hope it is that pesky mosquito that has been trying to sting us. Stay here while I go out to investigate." "No, no!" protested Grace. "If you do you and Tom surely will shoot at each other. Remember he is a woodsman and knows how to creep up on one without making a sound that a human being could hear half a dozen yards away. Go to the edge of the clearing and wait. I will go back and around on Tom's side of the camp." Grace crept away, calling softly to the girls to keep down. Washington, with his ears muffled, failed to hear her coming, nor had she given the little colored boy a thought until she planked a foot down on his neck. Wash uttered a yell and leaped to his feet, for the second time that night bowling Grace over and darting deeper into the bush. "Oh, that impossible boy!" complained Grace. "He nearly frightened me out of my wits. The firing has stopped. I must know what has happened." Grace crept on cautiously, listening intently, not knowing what moment she might come upon the mountaineer. Either he had been hit or he was still stalking the camp, and she must settle the question in her mind before she would feel safe to settle down for the night. "Is that you, Grace?" demanded a low, guarded voice just ahead of her. "Oh, yes! Gracious, Tom, you gave me a start that time! Where is the man?" "Gone away." "Was it you who shot at him?" "No. I was just about to let him have it when some one fired two shots from a revolver. The second shot hit the man in his shoulder, I think, spinning him clean around and dropping him. He was up and staggering away in a few seconds. I followed him for some little distance; then, being satisfied that he was trying to get away, I came back." "I hope he stays away," said Grace with emphasis. "He may be back in force," answered Tom. "I could easily have hit the fellow, and was about to put a bullet through his leg when the revolver shots were fired. Say, Grace! You did not do that, did you?" "No, Tom, I did not, nor do I know who did. Let's go into camp." They got up and walked briskly back, calling out to the Overlanders that they were coming. "He has gone," cried Grace as the two emerged into the clearing. "Tom, did you wing the critter?" demanded Hippy. "Hippy, did you fire those shots?" demanded Tom Gray, each asking his question at the same time. There was a laugh from the girls, and another laugh when both men replied in chorus, "I did not!" "Where's Washington?" asked Miss Briggs.