For, even as he was speaking, there rang out above the roar of the fire, a piercing “O-u-e-e!”
Instantly the avengers whirled toward the plains.
Waving his hand in derision, the lone horseman was racing Southward, driving the ponies of his pursuers ahead of him.
CHAPTER XIII.
A THRILLING RESCUE.
Cursing and howling in fury, to think that they had again been outwitted by the Midnight Raider, the cowboys pumped shell after shell at the fleeing horseman.
As before, he seemed to ride unscathed through the leaden hail—and their inability to hit the horseman only added to their anger.
Dude and Grouch had raced out onto the plains in the futile attempt to overtake the fugitive on foot. But at last they even gave up shooting at him.
“What’ll old Slippery Nig say to us now, I wonder?” exclaimed the owner of the Star and Moon, as they stood gazing after their fast-disappearing foe.
“He won’t have the chance to say anything if we don’t hike out of here mighty quick,” returned Bowser.