It's low down in one of those cedars yonder." "It will be deep in at that range," said Seaforth.
"No," said Okanagan quietly.

"I don't think it will.

It's pretty plain from the hole it made that it wasn't a common bullet, and I'm kind of anxious to know if all of it came out again." Seaforth shivered a little as he assisted in the search, and his lips were set when Okanagan, digging something out of the cedar-bark with his knife, laid it in his palm.

It was a little piece of blackened lead that was ragged in place of round, as though the soft metal had been rent open and bent backwards.

Then the two men looked at each other, and the hot fury that for a moment flushed Seaforth to the temples, passed and left him with a curious vindictive coldness and a faint shrinking from the touch of the murderous lead.