The latter obeyed.
The two monsters spread out and made a half moon dash for the flying band of frightened cutthroats.
Hale’s men kept on in a straight line for the rascals they had so lately run away from.
In a few minutes the man and the horse had dashed ahead of the band, and then Charley and Frank wheeled in and closed the circle.
Harry Hale’s men were thundering up in their rear, and the rascals were forced to pull up.
They were cut off, and unless they were willing to run the gauntlet between the rapidly converging man and horse they would be forced to fight.
For a moment they hesitated, not knowing whether to stand at bay or run the risk of trying to cut through.
That moment’s hesitation signed and sealed many death warrants.
The man and horse closed in upon them.
Pomp’s long-range Colts rang out with a frightful sound.