Chapter 22 -OUTWARD BOUND.

It was a week before the wounded could be moved. At close range though the fight had been, none had been killed. When the boys exclaimed in amazement at this, Art shrugged his shoulders.

"More bullets fly in a fight than ever reach their mark," he said. "I've seen men, tough fellows, regular two-gun men, shoot at each other in Alaskan saloons in