He stooped down with Harry and began to gather up the shells.
"A shrewd trick, but it didn't work!" he exclaimed, holding up a cartridge.

"Here is one of those that were fixed for me, anyway.

And now I know that Agnew did it, and that he intended to kill me!" The other shells which Agnew had prepared were gone, having been gathered up in the midst of the tumult and excitement and cleverly slipped by Agnew into his pockets.
"Who fired that shot ?" Merriwell asked.
"I don't know!" Others were gathering round.
"He tried to kill me, Harry, and I shall strike back.

And when I strike I shall strike in a way to make the stroke felt!".