CHAPTER XVII.
THE DANCE AT COON HOLLOW Lieutenant Wingate, comprehending instantly, sprang into the bushes after the man he had driven out of camp.
"Didn't I tell you to get out of here ?" demanded Hippy, pointing his revolver at the mountaineer, who had halted and was feverishly going through his pockets in search of ammunition.
The man stood not upon the order of his going, and, to speed him up, Lieutenant Wingate sent two shots over his head, following these up by chasing the fellow clear out into the open field where the Thompson cabin stood.

The mountaineer made a quick run across the field, zigzagging, expecting, undoubtedly, to hear a bullet whistle past his head.
"Whew!" exclaimed the lieutenant, brushing the perspiration from his forehead as he stepped into the camp.

"I am afraid I am not getting proper nourishment.

My wind is not as good as it used to be.

Nora darling, you will have to feed your husband better if you expect him to live this strenuous life." "Did you hit him ?" questioned Emma eagerly.
"No." "Fiddlesticks! If I could not shoot straighter than that I think I should practice until I learned how to shoot." "No you wouldn't.