"Halt! We'll see who is it who's in such a hurry," commanded the great outlaw.
Drawing rein, the posse spread out across the highway, eagerly watching the approaching rider.
Suddenly one of the men in front ejaculated:
"Why, it's Fred Consollas!"
Apparently at the same time, the son of the storekeeper had recognized the form of his hated rival for he pulled his pony to its haunches, then whirled it and started back over the way he had come.
The action mystified the members of the posse and they shouted to the fellow to stop.
But the only effect of their words was to make Fred ride the faster.
"There's some crooked business about this," snapped Clell.
Impressed with the idea, Jesse rose in his stirrups and fired a bullet over the youth's head, shouting:
"If you don't stop, the next one will knock you out of your saddle."