"Fer a short dash, that was prutty good!" he remarked.
"In a long race no animal on earth could run against us though," replied Jack smiling.
"See how we're overhaulin' ther lubber!"
"In a few minutes well reach him, Tim, and—"
Bang!
The fugitive fired back.
Zing! came the bullet.
It grazed Jack's head.
One inch nearer and it would have killed him!
"Hit yer?" asked Tim, in alarm.