Apparently the guards had not thought of that, for no bullet came near the flying animals. Stooping low in the sleigh, Jack and Boris heard the whine of the bullets as they sped past. Several struck the back of the sleigh and were imbedded in the wooden seat.
But at last the flying horses drew the two fugitives out of range, whereupon Jack immediately checked their pace.
“No use wasting horseflesh unnecessarily,” he said to Boris.
“Not a bit,” was the rejoinder. “Say, that was a bit of quick work, wasn’t it?”
“It was,” agreed Jack.
“But what did you shoot at me for?” demanded the Russian.
“Shoot at you?” exclaimed Jack in surprise. “I didn’t shoot at you.”
“Why, you pointed your revolver right at me.” “Oh, no I didn’t,” said Jack. “I was shooting over your head. One of the guards had drawn a bead on you with his rifle.”
“And did you get him?”
“I did; else you wouldn’t be here now.”