"Here's your bullet back, Jesse James!" he cried.
Then he fired a shot at the bandit.
CHAPTER IX.
A CLEVER RUSE.
The bullet from Jack's pneumatic pistol struck Jesse James, and a hoarse yell of pain escaped the bandit king.
He reeled back and would have fallen, had not Oll Shepard caught him in his arms.
"I'm wounded!" he gasped.
"Who are they?" hissed Shepard.
"Jack Wright. I recognize his voice."
"There's only three of them."