Bully for Seth! "Three!" Crack! Z-i-i-p! Crackle! What a funny noise! And yet he was obliged to throw himself flat upon the bough to keep from falling.

It seemed to have snapped beneath him and benumbed his right leg.

He did not know that the master's bullet, fired in the air, had ranged along the bough, stripping the bark throughout its length, and glancing with half-spent force to inflict a slight flesh wound on his leg! He was giddy and a little frightened.

And he had seen nobody hit, nor nothin'.

It was all a humbug! Seth had disappeared.