Deck had accomplished half the distance to the ruffian when he saw that the strength of the lady was failing her, and Buck was advancing more rapidly. He raised his revolver, and, aiming the weapon with all possible care, he fired. Clinker had kept the fire blazing freely, and he had plenty of light. The ruffian released his hold upon his prisoner, and swung his right hand over to his left shoulder. Deck believed his bullet had struck him there, though he continued his retreat to the wood.
"I am sorry you didn't kill him!" exclaimed one of the two gentlemen, as they halted at Deck's side.
"I had to be careful not to hit the lady," replied Deck. "But we have driven them off. Now, boys, in line!" shouted the young leader to his men. "Face the woods!"
"I had to be careful not to hit the lady."
The six men came into line very promptly, though the movement would hardly have been satisfactory to a drill officer.
"Ready!" he continued. "Aim! Fire!"