“That you will quickly hear.”
“For some time, Wildfire Ned and Garnet continued the chase over hedge and ditch; but they went at such a terrific pace, that in less than half an hour they had distanced all who followed them, save Bob Bertram.
“But still they could not make out or trace the route taken by Death-wing.
“In about an hour, however, they perceived some of the band in the distance.
“With swords drawn, they shouted in defiance, and made at them.
“But the Skeleton rascals declined the combat.
“The chase then continued.
“But, as before, they lost sight of them, for the last trick was only a ride to gain time in order that Death-wing and his fair captive might get off clear.”
“Clever, artful devils,” said the Chief, with a gruff laugh; “and did they get off clear?” he asked.
“They did. Wildfire Ned rode like a madman in every direction after them. But it was all to no purpose. They escaped, and Death-wing and his crew made their way to the sea-shore, and got safely on board their Phantom ship before Garnet or Wildfire Ned could overtake them.”