“Oh, shiver away!” brutally laughed the man. “I am a demon, and I know it! I’m proud of it! It was born in me, and I have not been able to get away from it. I vowed I would have you at any cost, and I mean to keep my word.”
“You will not succeed.”
“Oh, yes, I shall! They can’t run me down.”
“You do not know the stuff Fleetfoot is made of, and Frank Merriwell is mounted on Fleetfoot. You can’t get away from him.”
“So much the worse for him! I shall shoot him!”
Away they went, mile after mile being covered.
Charlie looked back again. Mounted on the black horse, Frank was drawing away from the cowboys. He was gaining on Charlie.
“Let him come!” snarled the desperate wretch. “He can’t save you!”
Frank continued to gain.
The kidnaper was riding recklessly, without considering the course he was taking. Soon he could hear the beating hoofs of the horse ridden by his persistent pursuer.