Two minutes later the bushes were quickly parted over three very uncomfortable boys, and a red shirt-waisted girl looked sternly in at them. "You boys come out of there this minute! Who did you take me for that you were trying to frighten me to death? Or is that the way you treat ladies up here in the mountains? Come out immediately and explain yourselves!" The soft-voiced twin crept out first, and before scrambling to his feet began apologizing: "We didn't know it was _you_. We thought it was a man. Don't hurt us! We wouldn't a done it for nothin' if we'd thought it was you. We were layin' for a school-teacher that father got to teach this school, an' we took you for him." Then more hopefully as he regained his feet: "But our guns wasn't loaded with nothing but blank cartridges. We was just goin' to frighten him away so that we wouldn't have no school this summer. It's too fine weather to be in school, anyway." He looked up into the girl's uncompromising face. "But now I reckon our hides are cooked, for you'll tell your father." This last questioningly. "And you wouldn't like my father to know about this--or _your_ father either, I suppose?" "We'd do most anything if you wouldn't tell on us, Miss Hathaway!" "Do I look like a girl that would tell things?" she flashed back. "I usually fight my own battles; if necessary, I can use _this_." A quick movement and she placed before their faces a reliable looking six-shooter. "We know all about that! You ain't a-goin' to hurt us, are you?" exclaimed Dave. "You know all about _that_, do you? Well, that's good. Now tell me your names." "We're the Harris kids," answered Dave quickly. "I know you're the Harris kids, but I want your first names. _Yours_," she commanded, looking at the soft-voiced twin and absently fingering the weapon. "Mine's Dan. _He's_ Dave, an' that one's Ned," answered the boy in one soft, quick breath; then added: "We know all about how you can shoot. You're a dead one!" His face took on a certain shrewd look and he continued divertingly: "I'll throw up my cap an' you shoot at it. I'd like to have the hole in it." Miss Hathaway seemed suddenly amused.