"We can't run off without explanation to the guests that we have invited to share the camp that we thought had." Barely a hundred yards away four men lay on their stomachs, heads concealed behind a low fringe of brush under which the muzzles of their rifles peeped.
"Remember," whispered Dolph Gage faintly, "all of you fire your first shot into Jim Ferrers.

After that we'll take charge of the youngsters! Get a close bead on Jim.

Ready!".