"Did you wing him!" jeered Tad Butler.
"Come here, young man. But leave that pistol behind you," commanded
Professor Zepplin. "I think we will equip you with a small bow and
a blunt arrow after this. Even. then I fear our eyes will be in
danger. Do you see what you did?"
One of Stacy's bullets had bored a hole through the crown of the
professor's sombrero. The other had plowed a neat furrow through
Professor Zepplin's grizzled whiskers, close to the chin.
"Ho, ho, ho! Haw, haw, haw!" roared the fat boy with head thrown back
as far as it would go without dislocating his neck.
CHAPTER XXI
A HOLE IN THE MOUNTAIN
The professor gave Stacy a shaking that the fat boy did not forget at
once, the others shouting their approval. The fat boy grinned after
his punishment.
"I'm a regular William Tell, eh?" he asked looking about. It was
still a good joke to him. Even the professor permitted a grim smile
to show itself at the base of his whiskers.
"You came near killing Professor Zepplin," answered the Ranger.
"That would have been too bad," replied Stacy almost anxiously. "I
shouldn't have had anybody to tease then. Do I try that shot again?"
"You do not!" was the firm reply from McKay.
"I guess I knew what I was about when I hid behind that rock," laughed
Rector.
"According to Chunky, you knew what you were about when you got behind
the rock during the shooting yesterday," cut in Tad.
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