Harry had been more fortunate.
As soon as he stopped the negro's horse, the black man raised a stick he carried and aimed a blow at the boy's head.
"G'way f'om dar!" he yelled.
Harry bounded out of reach of the blow.
The descending stick hit the horse and it gave a sudden leap that dismounted the man, and went plunging away at a furious rate.
The negro landed on his back on the ground.
In a moment Harry pounced upon him.
Pushing his pistol in the man's face, he cried:
"Surrender, you black fiend, or I'll bore you!"
"Don't shoot, boss!" roared the coon, frantically.