Clara Eglinton, terribly frightened, urged her horse on up the hill.
“Don’t kill him! Hold him till I come back, Tony!” shouted Mudd, starting up the trail after the horse.
“Yes, hold me if you can get me!” cried Dick, whipping out his revolver. “Now, then, slope, you scoundrels! Slope or I’ll make short work of you both.”
The men dodged back.
Bill Struthers vaulted upon his horse and clashed away up the trail.
“Cowards!” snarled Tony, throwing up his hands. “I surrender, young feller. They have both deserted me. I’m not going to do this act alone.”
“Throw down your gun, then, and your knife, too, if you have one,” retorted Dick. “I don’t trust your kind.”
Tony flung a revolver at Dick’s feet.
“Now the knife.”
“Hain’t got one.”