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 "No, you bet I'm all right," came back in a youthful tone.

"Don't see anybody hanging around?" said the familiar man's voice.

"Not a soul," was the answer. "Keep your hand on your gun."

Cat, eager to call, lay still for fear of getting a bullet before he was recognized.

"Say, you'll camp by the machine, won't you, while I take this boy up to the house?"

Cat glided back rapidly and slipped down the bank until he felt himself protected from a hasty bullet. Then he yelled: "Hardy! Hardy! It's Cat. It's Cat Miller, don't shoot!"

He had recognized two of the three voices as those of Hardy and Legs Hatton.