of miles away. This shot indicated that they might still be in the hills. She could not risk a meeting between them and Moran.
“Don’t try to find out who it was,” she urged. “It might turn out to be some stranger, not Harmon or Kinney at all.”
“It wouldn’t matter,” he said. “Any man in the hills would be glad to give me a part of his food supply. A little variety wouldn’t be a bad thing for us.”
“I have a perfectly good reason to think thar shot came from some one I don’t want you to meet,” she insisted. “Let’s go back to the cabin and I’ll tell you what it is.”
Flash did not follow them down the trail. He stayed on the rim, trotting from one point of vantage to the next, peering across the hills for some sign of the man that had fired the shot.
