Chapter 22 CHAPTER XXII

WAYLAID IN THE TIMBER

"Stand perfectly still, Jud," cried Paul, hastily, fearful that his impulsive companion might be tempted to do something careless.

"But if he starts to jump at us I ought to try to riddle him, Paul, don't you think?" pleaded the other, as he drew both hammers of his gun back.

Paul carried a camp hatchet, which he had