“Yes, bloodhounds!” ejaculated Alano. “Hark! there must be three, if not four, of the beasts!”
“Will they attack us—on horseback?”
“Certainly—they’ll fly right at a fellow’s throat.”
“But how can they track us—we have not been on foot.”
“They are tracking the mules Señor Carter and Señor Raymond ride,” put in Captain Guerez. “Hark! they are coming nearer! In a few minutes more they will be upon us! Out with your pistols and fight the beasts as best you can. It is our only hope!”
[CHAPTER XXXV.]
THE LAST OF THE BLOODHOUNDS.