Nick had a revolver in his hand, but the officer was close enough to grab it.
“Don’t you know better than to——”
“Nick Carter, officer!” exclaimed Nick. “I’m after that man—he’s a thief.”
“Je-ru-sa-lem!” gasped the astounded bluecoat.
By then, Ramsay, making good use of his legs, had reached the officer’s horse.
Without touching his manacled hands to the saddle he sprang to the animal’s back, gave a yell, and dug in with his heels.
Away went the horse at a wild gallop.
Half a dozen jumps carried Nick down the hill.
Another jump landed him on the seat of the carriage.
Grabbing up the lines and the whip, with one movement he plied the lash and the startled horses leaped madly away.