"Drop em! Drop 'em!" roared the world-famous desperado, adding a terrible oath.
Crash! went the dozen six shooters.
The six outlaws were firing with a gun in each hand.
But only one Indian toppled from his pony.
"Again!" bellowed Jesse. "Get 'em this time!"
Once more the twelve pistols barked.
And once more only one brave fell.
"What's the matter with you?" snarled the notorious outlaw. "If we don't get them, they'll get us!"
But the task imposed on the bandits was no easy one.
Keeping their seats on the backs of their madly galloping mounts only by the grips of their knees, the desperadoes were obliged to shoot with their bodies twisted round to face behind them.