An instant later Bob Farnum burst into view.
"What's up?" he demanded.
Melissy looked up. Her face was perfectly ashen. "Phil Norris ... he shot
Mr. Morse."
Farnum stepped forward. "Hurt badly, Mr. Morse?"
The wounded man grinned faintly. "Scared worse, I reckon. He got me in the
fleshy part of the left arm."