"It doesn't look as if he could hit anything smaller than a haystack.

And anyway, I think I'm the boy he's after, though I don't see why.

I haven't done a thing--yet." "Let's feed the horses and then pace along to the house, one at a time, and find out," was Jack's reckless suggestion.

"Anybody that knows us at all can easy tell which is who.

And I guess it would be tolerably safe." Foolhardy as the thing looked to be, they did it, each after his own manner of facing a known danger.