As for you, you poor fish, if ever I see you hanging about this or any other camp I am in, I'll shoot you on sight." "Do it now while you have the chance," urged Emma.
Grace rebuked her with a stern look.
"I will give you ten seconds, after you have faced about, to get out of sight in the bushes," resumed Hippy.

"Turn around! Go!" _Bang!_ Hippy fired a shot over the head of the mountaineer who had fairly leaped for the bushes and disappeared in them.
"Quick! Follow him, darlin'.

He may have other cartridges in his pockets," urged Nora.
"Anyway, the joke is on us.

We fed the man and put evidence against us right in his stomach," wailed Emma Dean..