CHAPTER XX.
A HOT CHASE.
"My stars!" gasped Harry.

"There's trouble, sure enough!" "I should remark!" palpitated Robinson.

"I'll bet a dollar one of the fellows is full of shot!" "And somebody is in danger of being full of teeth directly.

Come, this is our time to create a diversion." Then Harry let himself out.

He whooped like a wild Indian and pranced right up toward the house.