But it was the only chance, as Frank had said, and well worth the trying.
Harding drew himself up, and as Frank gave the word he made a dash for the distant tree.
The ruse worked far better than either he or Frank had expected.
The brigands were so busily engaged in their discussion that they had not noticed the move until Harding had nearly reached the tree, and Frank was twice the distance in an opposite direction.
It had not seemed to occur to the brigands that the prisoners would dare to make a break for liberty.
Harding was more than elated with his success, and made up his mind to keep straight on.
“Caramba! Curses!” yelled the astounded brigand chief. “Chase them! Capture them at any cost! Shoot them!”
The brigands with yells started in pursuit. But Harding, despite the fact that his hands were tied, could run almost as fast as Frank, who had the use of his hands.
The bullets whistled about Harding.
But he kept on at full speed.