Git out o' the mountains!" "Not this evening, we won't!" shouted Lieutenant Wingate, now thoroughly angered, as he gathered up his reins.
_Bang!_ A bullet from the mountaineer's rifle went through the peak of Hippy Wingate's campaign hat, lifting it from his head and depositing it on the ground.
"Don't draw!" cried Grace in a warning voice as Hippy let a hand slip from the bridle-rein.
"Put yer hands up! All of ye!" commanded the mountaineer, the muzzle of his rifle swinging suggestively from side to side so as to cover the entire party..