ance, whose
duty it was to keep watch the first part of the night, instantly leaped
up and cocked his rifle, while the sleepers awoke, raised themselves on
their elbows, and looked about somewhat bewildered.
Before any one had time to act or speak, a man, clad in the flannel
shirt, heavy boots, etcetera, of a miner, strode into the circle of
light, with the air of one whose intentions are peaceful.
"Evening, strangers," he said, looking round and setting the butt of a
long rifle on the ground; "I've got lost. You'll not object to let me
rest a bit by your fire, I daresay--hallo!"
The latter exclamation was uttered when the stranger's eyes fell on
Bradling, who was gazing at him with the expression of a man who had
seen a ghost. At the same time the stranger threw forward his rifle,
and his countenance became unusually pale.
For two seconds each looked at the other in profound silence, which was
only broken by the sharp click of the lock as the stranger cocked his
piece.
Like a flash of lightning Bradling plucked a revolver from his belt,
pointed full at the man's breast and fired. He fell without uttering a
cry, and his rifle exploded as he went down, but the ball passed
harmlessly over the heads of the party.
For a few seconds the travellers stood as if paralysed, and Bradling
himself remained motionless, gazing sullenly on his victim. Then Frank
Allfrey leaped upon him, and grasping him by the throat wrenched the
pistol out of his hand.
"Murderer!" he exclaimed, tightening his hold, as Bradling struggled to
release himself.
"I'm no murderer," gasped Bradling; "you saw as well as I did that the
fellow threatened to shoot me. Besides, he is not dead."
"That's true," said Joe Graddy, turning towards the fallen man, whom
Rance and some of the others were examining, and who had showed some
symptoms of returning consciousness; "but his wound is a bad one, and if
you ain't a murderer yet, pr'aps it won't be long afore ye are one."
Hearing this Frank flung Bradling violently off, and turned to examine
the wounded man. As he did so the other pointed his pistol deliberately
at Frank's back, fired, and then sprang into the woods. Before he had
quite disappeared, however, each man who could seize his gun or pistol
in time fired a shot after him, but apparently without effect, for
although they examined the bushes carefully afterwards no marks of blood
could be found.
Fortunately the miscreant misse
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