poured the sap over the wounded man's face, causing him to gurgle and
look around. His eyes had a sane look now and Skinny slid off his
chest.

"Git that-belt loose; I ain't-no cow," brokenly blazed out the
picketed Hopalong. Skinny did so, handed the irate man his Colts and
returned to his own post, from where he fired twice, reporting the
shots.

"I'm tryin' to get him on th' glance' first one went high an' th'
other fell flat," he explained.

Hopalong listened eagerly, for this was shooting that he could
appreciate. "Lemme see," he commanded. Skinny dragged him over to a
crack and settled down for another try

"Where is he, Skinny?" Asked Hopalong.

"Behind that second big one. No, over on this here side. See that
smooth granite? If I can get her there on th' right spot he'll shore
know it." He aimed carefully and fired.

Through Pete's glasses Hopalong saw a leaden splotch appear on the
rock and he notified the marksman that he was shooting high. "Put her
on that bump closer down," he suggested. Skinny did so and another
yell reached their ears.

"That's a dandy. Yore shore all right, yu old cuss," complimented
Hopalong, elated at the success of the experiment.