Never stand in brush, in the Rockies, unless you've looked before stepping.
Were you struck ?" "I believe something did sting me," Reade admitted, remembering that smarting sensation in his left leg.
"Which leg was it?
demanded Rutter, halting beside the cub.
"Left---a little above the ankle," replied Tom.
"Take off your legging.

I must have a look.

Hazelton, call to one of your chainmen and send him back to make sure of my pony." Harry hastened to obey, then came back breathless.

Rutter, in the meantime, had turned up enough of Tom's left trousers' leg to bare a spot on the flesh that was red.

There were fang marks in the centre of this reddened surface.
"You got it, boy," spoke Rutter huskily.