Spark displayed a revolver.
That was too much for the girl.
With a scream, she let go the lines and dropped over the wagon wheel to the opposite side of the road.
As she fell out, Spark jumped in.
“Go it, you whelps!” roared the robber, grabbing up the whip and lashing the horses right and left.
The lines were on the ground, but Spark did not care for that.
The faster the horses ran away, the better he would be suited.
Anything to get him out of the vicinity of Chick.
Chick, however, was not to be shaken off so easily.
He reached the road at the precise moment Spark began lashing the team, and, by some quick work, succeeded in grabbing the end gate of the wagon as it flew past.