Quickly the lad raised the revolver and fired twice. There came a howl of anguish, and a voice cried:
“I’m hit.”
And then in Jones’ voice:
“Some one is coming! Run!”
Jimmy heard the two men racing toward the stable door.
Taking care to avoid Gabriel’s hoofs, the lad leaped to the door and in a moment was on the outside. He paused, however, to shut and lock the door of the stall.
As he reached the other door, he saw two dark figures spring into the saddles of waiting horses and go galloping toward the pike.
Jimmy sent another shot after them, and turned as he felt a hand upon his arm.
“Here, here, what is the meaning of this?” came Mr. Willing’s voice.
Jimmy turned to face his employer.