“You will submit,” replied the sheriff firmly. “Here, hold out your hands— Hello! Stop him!” For Colonel Mendix had on the instant wheeled around his horse, and was galloping off at the top of the animal’s speed.
“Catch me, if you can!” he cried mockingly. “Catch Cirilo Guito if you are able!”
And away went horse and rider like a whirlwind.
“Well, by thunder!” ejaculated Felix Cottle; “he’s going to try to sneak!”
“After him!” shouted the sheriff. “Come on, all of you!”
“We’re with you!” responded Cottle. “He must not be allowed to reach those hills yonder. If he does, it will be like looking for that pin in the haystack, and worse.”
Off went the sheriff and the guide, with Mr. Whyland not far behind them.
Oliver and Gus stared at each other. What should they do?
“Come, Gus,” cried the former. “The more the better in a case of this kind.”