Agnew, who had, unnoticed, wormed his way into Merriwell's crowd during the excitement of the shooting-contest, fell to the ground with a cry, as if shot, knocking Harry Rattleton over as he did so.
The shells which Harry had been so carefully guarding were scattered on the ground, and seemed likely to be stepped on and lost in the excitement that followed.
Agnew flounced and threshed about, crying out that he was shot.

He was anxiously lifted up, and on his face was seen a drop of blood, which had come from a cut recently made.
"One shot went in right there!" he cried.

"I think there are others! Get me into a carriage quick!" A half-dozen young fellows ran for the nearest carriage, toward which Agnew was conducted as rapidly as possible.

Harry Rattleton seemed dazed, and began to look about on the ground as the crowd thinned out there, Merriwell hurried to him.
"What's the matter ?" he anxiously asked.
"The shells were knocked out of my hands!" gasped Rattleton.

"And not half of them seem to be here!" Merriwell's look became anxious.