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CHAPTER XX
SHOOTING ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE
Bradley smiled cynically as he looked down toward the tent. He could
not, of course, distinguish the figures as plainly as Jimmie could
with the glass, but he knew from the excited manner of the boys that
something unusual was taking place.
"You have visitors at the camp?" he asked cooly, as the lads motioned
to him to move on. "I shall be glad to meet them, you may be sure."
He held out his manacled hands suggestively as he spoke.
"You're not invited!" Jimmie grunted. "We've got private date with
those people. You might muss things up, if we permitted you to go
with us!"
"Very well," Bradley replied. "They'll know where I am. But, for fear
they'll not recognize me, at this distance, I'll just give them
notice that I'm here."
Jimmie and Frank both sprang forward to prevent the promised outcry,
but Bradley proved too quick for them. The cry that rose from his
lips was long, shrill and significant in its insistance. It was
finally stopped by Bradley being thrown to the ground, where he lay
with the old sarcastic smile on his face.
"You've done it now!" Frank gritted. "You ought to be shot."
"You are none too good to commit a murder--to kill an unarmed and
defenseless man.
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