And small wonder was it that their aim was bad.
But on the three remaining redskins rushed, firing frantically and behind them thundered the rest of the savages and the troopers, yelling encouragement.
No chance was there for the little band to throw off the pursuit when they reached the ravine unless the trio of braves was killed.
Cursing furiously as he saw the second volley had accomplished no more than the first, Jesse forebore to call for another.
Well he knew that it had been the bullets from the gun in his right hand that had toppled the two Indians from the horses and he made up his mind that upon him devolved the killing of the others.
With the marvelous rapidity that had won him his reputation, he snapped his trusty "Colts" in quick succession.
Two more of the savages pitched from their ponies.
Again his guns spoke.
Yet before he could see the result of his last attempt to drop the lone buck, Homely Harry shrieked: