"Wow! that's getting pretty close, let me tell you!" cried Jimmy, stooping to pick up the rough-edged, flattened circle of lead, and then immediately dropping it with a cry: "Say, that's as hot as anything! It burned my fingers to beat the band. And there goes another shot down the canyon. They're meanin' business this time, boys! If one of us gets in line with a bullet, his name will be Dennis."