He could
shoot equally well from almost any position.
Rector shot a quick glance over the mountaineer's shoulder. He could
not resist one more look in Tad's direction. But that look was fatal.
With a roar the fellow wheeled like a flash.
Bang, bang!
The shots were fired with such suddenness that Ned did not realize
the fellow had turned until after the rifle had spit two charges of
fire and lead. Ned's head dropped. Everything grew black about him
again. The lad was in a fainting condition. It was all up with him
now.
Ned had tried to cry out, but the words would not come. He could not
utter a sound if his very life depended upon so doing.
Ned found his voice at last. It rose in a mighty yell for help, a yell
that carried far beyond the spot where those exciting scenes
were being enacted.
CHAPTER V
WHEN THE TABLES WERE TURNED
At the instant when Ned had shot his quick glance at the wondering Tad,
the latter with quick instinct, realizing that Ned had made a serious
mistake, threw himself flat on the ground.
That move undoubtedly saved Tad Butler's life. At least, two bullets
went ripping through the foliage over his head. The move served the
further purpose of hiding him from the man who was shooting at him.
The mountaineer had not even caught a sight of Butler, quick as had
been his turn about. The fellow swung to the right letting go two
more shots, evidently believing that he had not fired in the right
direction.
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