Veazie dropped down on the ground, and began to pull up one leg of his trousers.
"It stwuck me wight here!" he gasped.

"I think it must have gone thwough my leg.

I can feel the blood twickling down." Ollie went down on his knees and began to help him, and together they soon had the injured spot revealed to their anxious eyes.

They beheld a reddish place, with a center like a pin jab, but not a drop of blood.
"It was a spent shot!" said Rupert wisely.

"It came from a distance.