Horning by this time was making up the rocky slope which led to a patch of timber land, rather sparingly overgrown. He looked behind, and, seeing that Bob was still following, redoubled his speed.
But Bob was more used to such travelling than the swindler from the city, and he kept gaining on Horning, until, when the other side of the timber was reached, he was not more than a hundred feet behind.
Again he whistled to Hicks, but whether he was answered or not he was unable to tell.
“I’ll have to fight it out alone,” thought Bob, grimly. “Well, I won’t give him the ghost of a chance this trip. He’ll find he can’t nip my finger for nothing.”
“You might as well stop, Horning!” he called out.
“I believe I will,” returned the man, and he turned about and waited for Bob to come up.
“Do you give in?”
“Certainly not. I am no fool.”
“We are two to one.”
Horning started. He had supposed Bob alone.