The first of them he shot dead in his tracks, but before he could fire again the brave detective was knocked down by the blow of a club from behind.
“Finish him!”
It was Mackrell who spoke, and he raised his pistol to fire.
Another one cracked in some bushes close by, and the ruffian rolled over, a corpse.
The villains were frightened, but they did not leave Hilton Field behind them when they fled.
Rusty Owens threw the banker over his shoulder as if he was a bag of oats, and managed to keep up with his comrades.
Tambourine Jack had saved Nick Carter’s life.
Nick Carter’s wounded head caused him terrible suffering, and it was not until the gray morning light crept in at the window of his room, in the Norwalk Hotel, that he fell asleep.
It was yet early in the day when he was disturbed by a knock.