Before Nestor could stop him, Jerry had leaped to the ground. He ran around to the front of the auto, seized the cranking handle and gave several vigorous turns. As he did so a chorus of savage yells arose from the Indian ranks, and several more shots were fired.
[CHAPTER XXI.]
OVER A CLIFF.
The bullets struck all around Jerry, but none of them struck him. Some of the leaden missiles hit the ground and made little clouds of dust, and others zipped on all sides of the auto.
All at once the explosions of the auto motor mingled with the banging of the Indians’ guns. Jerry had started the engine.
“Get in!” he cried, leaping to the steering seat.
Broswick, Nestor and Professor Snodgrass obeyed the command.
“What about my horse?” cried the hunter.
“Let him go! It’s you or the nag!” yelled the miner.