He aimed, and fired it at Hite's weapon.
Simultaneous with the explosion of the bullet there came a wild howl from the bandit, and his pistol flew up in the air, ruined beyond repair.
"I'm struck!" he groaned.
"Will you quit?" demanded Jack.
"Don't drop me and I will."
"All right! Dismount!"
The fugitive pulled in the panting and sweating horse, and Tim stopped the electric stage.
Down to the ground jumped the bandit, and raising his hands above his head he roared:
"Mind you now–no games, partner."
"What was you doing in that farm house?"