"No, just missed," coolly replied the inventor.
"Gee! it hummed like a bumble bee!"
"Yes, it was a dangerous shot."
"Shall I heave him one, an' drop him?"
"No! I want to take him alive."
On they continued to go until at last the Terror was very close to the bandit.
"There is nothing can save you from capture now!" Jack shouted at him. "Surrender, you dog!"
"I'm blowed if I will!" roared Wood Hite.
He made one last supreme effort to forge ahead, but finding he could not do it, he leveled his revolver at Tim.
Jack had a pistol in hand.