He, therefore, pursued the man.
As he drew near Macon City they were close enough to recognize him as Jesse James mounted on Siroc.
Not one of the rest of the band were in sight for the simple reason that they had scattered and gone in different directions to reach the city singly and in pairs at intervals so as not to excite the suspicion of the inhabitants.
Jesse had seen the stage long before.
He was riding like the wind.
His fine horse seemed to realize the threatening danger and was straining every muscle to outstrip the Terror.
It was in vain.
Nearer and nearer drew the stage.
For a moment Jack was tempted to drive the ram into the gallant horse and thus end the race.
But when he saw what a magnificent beast it was and realized how nobly it was striving to bear its master out of the reach of his foes the inventor relented.