For perhaps five minutes the two retained their relative
positions and then Billie began to regain consciousness. Several
times he moved uneasily and then he suddenly sat up and looked
around.
"I wonder what happened," he finally thought, and then he became
conscious of a pain in his head.
He raised his hand to the aching spot and his fingers encountered
a big lump.
The truth came upon him like a flash. He dropped his hand to his
holster, and sprang to his feet.
As he did so he caught sight of the ape and found himself looking
into the business end of his own weapon.
With a yell he dropped to the ground as though the expected had
happened.
But when no shot followed, he began to regain his wits and lay
still trying to figure out once more just how much the ape might
know about the use of the weapon.
He remembered the old saying that a gun was a dangerous weapon
without lock, stock or barrel, because a man killed his wife
with the ramrod; and so he figured that an animal which had
intelligence enough to throw a stone and knock him senseless,
might have sense enough to fire a revolver.
"If I only knew something about his history," soliloquized
Billie, "I might be able to guess how much he knew.
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