“Gee! That’s easy!”
Patsy stopped short and leveled his revolver at the jutting rock around which he expected to see a man coming.
He was not disappointed. One of Gaspara’s gang stumbled into view. He had hardly done so when there came two cracks from Patsy’s revolver, and the man pitched on his face and rolled over.
“Thought I’d get him,” observed Patsy contentedly. “Are there any more, chief?”
“Two followed me,” answered Nick Carter. “But keep on. You have the motor car, I suppose, Chick?”
“Yes.”
“All right! Then we can get away. Have you seen that fellow Jason?”
“No. But we’ve found tracks of him,” answered Patsy.
The three were running at top speed, talking jerkily as they moved along.
“Where’s those other two men?” asked Patsy, glancing over his shoulder.