"I'll get you yet! Next time, I'll bring a gun." Next time, was the next morning.

There had been a hawk hovering over the chicken yard, and Jimmie used that fact to explain his borrowing the family shotgun.

He loaded it with buckshot, and, in the pocket of his shirt buttoned his license to "hunt, pursue and kill, to take with traps or other devices." He remembered that Judge Van Vorst had warned him, before he arrested more spies, to come to him for a warrant.

But with an impatient shake of the head Jimmie tossed the recollection from him.

After what he had seen he could not possibly be again mistaken.