"The man rides it as if he were part of the animal."
"Heavens, what speed! See–here he comes!"
Like wildfire the rider came thundering along.
In a few moments he was in plain sight.
"Some drunken countryman on the rampage!" muttered Jack.
"That fellow will kill somebody yet."
"When he goes by let us stroll over to the bank, and quietly warn the clerks of Jesse James' plot to put them on their guard. Then they will be ready for him."
"It's too late to do that now."
"Why so?"
"Because that rider is Jesse himself!"