Firing two shots into the dark corner where Pedro had crouched, the giant hurriedly replaced his weapons.
Then like a flash he seized upon Adele, lifted her light form as easily as if she had been a feather, and dashed out.
An Indian met him just beyond the lodge.
One sweep of the giant's disengaged arm sent him to the ground like a ten-pin overwhelmed by a ball.
Although braves were appearing in every direction, Red Goliath sped onward like an antelope, the burden he carried appeared as nothing.
The village was soon left behind, and when the open ground was at length gained, two shadowy figures flitting close behind him proclaimed the fact that these were his only pursuers.
To get rid of them was an easy task to a man like the Hercules, who was well versed in every detail of fight and strategy, and armed into the bargain.
Again the revolver came into play.
Suddenly halting, and wheeling in his tracks, he presented the weapon.
With its first crack one of the pursuers described a parabola in the air, as if he had leaped from a spring-board, and upon touching the ground lay very, very quiet.