If he wished to escape he would have to clear the gulf, and as it was fully twenty-five feet wide, such a feat seemed to be entirely out of the question.
He glanced back again.
The Terror was swiftly coming along after him.
It rendered the fugitive desperate.
He headed his gallant steed straight for the chasm and plunged toward it a furious pace.
"By heavens, he is going to attempt to leap that split!" cried Jack, observing what the outlaw intended doing.
"He can't clear it, said Tim.
"Vell, he vos got der nerve ter dry!" Fritz exclaimed.
"He's bound to go down!" cried Timberlake, excitedly.
"If he does, he may perish!" said the inventor. "The man must be fearfully desperate to attempt the jump."