One of the weapons he flung behind him.
"Nail him!" cried Grove; "down him, before he gets a chance to shoot!"
Needham, no less than Grove, realized the necessity of capturing Matt. Matt, however, had no intention of using the remaining rifle on either of the two men; neither did he have it in mind to let them get away, or rough-handle him.
As the two rushed forward, Matt flung the rifle to his shoulder, and his gray eye sparkled menacingly along the barrel.
"Keep off!" he warned, swaying the muzzle of the gun back and forth so as to keep both men under it; "keep away from me and stand right where you are! I mean business, right from the drop of the hat, and you fellows might as well understand it."
[CHAPTER XV.]
A DARING ESCAPE.
The menace of the steady gray eye and the swaying gun muzzle were enough for Grove and Needham.
"Here's a go!" growled Needham, casting a yearning look around him toward the timber.