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" the matter with my hand?" asked Bart holding the gun in the one that had been injured.

"Why you've taken it from the sling. The blood will rush to it and—and—"

"Oh, I guess it's all right," spoke Bart carelessly, as he held up the gun. "You see fellows, this is the patent ejector, and the barrels—"

"Well of all things!" exclaimed Alice. "I spend a lot of time fixing up your injury and you go and undo all my work in a minute. I never saw such a boy!"

"How did you hurt yourself?" asked Ned.

"I had just loaded both barrels and put the gun on the table. It fell off and something hit one of the triggers or the hammers and it banged out like a cannon. My hand was in the way, that's all."

"Hurt much?" inquired Fenn.

"Not much," was Bart's careless answer.