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“Just wait a minute,” he said. “Are you badly hurt, Jimmy?” he added, addressing his companion, whom he had helped to his feet.

“It—it knocked the breath out of me, and it hurt like the mischief,” gasped Jimmy, whose face was white and who spoke with difficulty. “But I guess I’ll be all right in a little while.”

“Now, look here, Buck Looker,” said Bob, with a steely look in his eyes, before which both Buck and Lutz drew back. “I had hoped that we had got through with this kind of thing from you and your gang. Do you remember what you promised when we saved your life in the forest fire? You told us on your knees that you’d cut out all the dirty tricks that you had been trying to put over on us for the last year or two. Yet here you are, right after you’ve got back, doing the same old thing.”

“I tell you I didn’t do this on purpose,” muttered Buck, with a scowl.

“Look me straight in the eye and say that again,” demanded Bob.

Buck tried to, but before Bob’s steady gaze his eyes wavered and fell, and his words fell away into an inarticulate growl.