This from Frank as a shot came from the slope to the south. The men who were rushing from the camp paused and looked at each other.
While they waited, uncertain as to what they ought to do, another shot came, this time from the corral. Teddy was evidently getting into action!
"Just for luck!" Jimmie shouted.
He fired two shots as he spoke, and two more came from the south and one from the corral. The four men beckoned to their companions at the tent—if such they were—and made a break for the summit which they had just left.
"Whoo—pee!" shouted Jimmie. "Look at the racers!"
At sound of the voice one of the men turned and fired a shot at the rock against which the boy lay. It broke off a splinter but did no harm to the boys.
Frank left cover and ran up the slope.
"Come one!" he cried. "We'll get Bradley yet!"
Jimmie was not long in catching up with him. When they gained the summit the four men were losing no time in their journey to the canyon. They were on their feet only a part of the time.
The boys saw Bradley rise from a sheltering rock and start after them, but he fell in a moment. Handcuffed as he was, he could not keep pace with them. The fugitives paid no attention to his calls for assistance. It was every man for himself at that moment. Bradley sat hopelessly down to await the arrival of the boys.