And pulling the dynamo lever over as far as it would go, the old sailor spun the wheel around, turning the stage from the high road, and sent her flying after the horseman.
"If he thinks we can't run on anything but hard ground," said Jack, grimly, "he will soon learn his error."
"That ere's a mighty good nag he's a-ridin'."
"Yes–all the James Boys' gang are well mounted."
"Ain't Hite ther lubber wots allers grubbin' fer money?"
"Yes, he, the most grasping one of the gang."
"D'yer reckon as thar's any more o' his messmates in ther farm-house?"
"No, I believe not. If there had been, they would have come out with him," replied Jack, as they flew past the old house.
"S'posen we runs him down?"
"I'll make him admit where the rest of the gang is."