“Chase them!” ordered Nick. “After them!”
“What’s struck them?” asked Chick.
“Never mind!” returned Nick. “We’ve got those fellows on the run! Keep them there!”
That the whole gathering of Bolongus had been seized with unreasoning panic was perfectly plain.
They kept on running, throwing down their spears and bows and arrows, and still Nick Carter and his party kept after them.
It was well into the night before Nick gave up the chase and called his men together.
“It wasn’t necessary to go after them so far, I guess,” he said. “But I wanted to make sure that they were fairly on their way. We are not quite into their country. But I think we may go there at some future time, if we can get a force together large enough to make sure that we shall be able to get back. For the present, we must be satisfied with having rescued Leslie Arnold.”
“That’s enough for me,” interposed Jefferson Arnold, as he put an arm over his son’s shoulder.
“But what about William Pike?” objected Leslie. “I don’t like the idea of his getting away with all that money.”
“We’ll nail him some time, my boy,” was Jefferson’s cool response. “He can’t stay over there in that wild country always, you know. It is a good place to get to when a man is running away from the law, I have no doubt. But a white man wants to get back to his own kind of people sooner or later.”