Chapter 18 A
Shot From the Rim RockGood Indian was going to the stable to feed the horses next
morning, when something whined past him and spatted viciously
against the side of the chicken-house. Immediately afterward he
thought he heard the sharp c***k which a rifle makes, but the wind
was blowing strongly up the valley, and he could not be sure.
He went over to the chicken-house, probed with his knife-blade
into the plank where was the splintered hole, and located a bullet.
He was turning it curiously in his fingers when another one plunked
into the boards, three feet to one side of him; this time he was
sure of the g*n-sound, and he also saw a puff of blue smoke rise up
on the rim-rock above him. He marked the place instinctively with
his eyes, and went on to the stable, ste
