"Lucky there are no more of us," grinned the outlaw, as he hurriedly bound up Shaw's wound. "Even I shouldn't care about crossing that clearing again. You men at Fort Griswold shoot well, I'll say that much. But when you're on patrol, you act like kids."
This allusion to the ease with which he had first stolen their horses and then captured them grated deeply upon the two veteran scouts.
"Wait till this fun is over. You'll sing a different tune," flashed Jennings, unable to restrain himself longer.
"Think so, eh?" grinned Red Rogers. "Say, I'd make a bet with you if I wasn't opposed to taking money from a child.
"Just to show you I'm right, my doubling on my tracks will give me at least six hours' leeway.
"Your troopers will think I've ridden up the mountain and before they learn their mistake, it will be dark."
CHAPTER VI.
ONE HUNDRED AGAINST ONE.
Chuckling as he saw the angry flushes his taunts brought to the faces of his prisoners, the desperado wheeled his mount and once more resumed his way.