Thetimeforcautionhadpassed，nowwasthetimetoact。Jimmieracedtothetopofthehill，andfounditempty。Heplungeddownit，vaultedastonewall，forcedhiswaythroughatangleofsaplings，andheldhisbreathtolisten。Justbeyondhim，overajumbleofrocks，ahiddenstreamwastrippingandtumbling。
Joyfully，itlaughedandgurgled。Jimmieturnedhot。Itsoundedasthoughfromthedarknessthespymockedhim。Jimmieshookhisfistattheenshroudingdarkness。Abovethetumultofthecomingstormandthetossingtree—tops，heraisedhisvoice。
\"Youwait！\"heshouted。\"I’llgetyouyet！Nexttime，I’llbringagun。\"
Nexttime，wasthenextmorning。Therehadbeenahawkhoveringoverthechickenyard，andJimmieusedthatfacttoexplainhisborrowingthefamilyshotgun。Heloadeditwithbuckshot，and，inthepocketofhisshirtbuttonedhislicenseto\"hunt，pursueandkill，totakewithtrapsorotherdevices。\"
HerememberedthatJudgeVanVorsthadwarnedhim，beforehearrestedmorespies，tocometohimforawarrant。ButwithanimpatientshakeoftheheadJimmietossedtherecollectionfromhim。Afterwhathehadseenhecouldnotpossiblybeagainmistaken。Hedidnotneedawarrant。Whathehadseenwashiswarrant——plustheshotgun。