"We'll catch 'em, Murray."
"If we don't, it'll be a bad race for them. I kind o' feel as if the lives of those men were the prize we're riding for."
Mile after mile went by, and the excitement of it grew to be something terrible.
"The Apaches can't be far ahead of 'em now, Murray."
"Hark! Hear that?"
"A rifle-shot! A whoop!"
"They are pulling up."
"They'd better. I'm afraid we're too late, Murray."
"On—on, Steve! Maybe there's time yet."
Captain Skinner had already seen and heard enough to make him halt, and he was gathering his men rapidly into close order, when a long, ringing shout behind him drew his anxious eyes from the dangerous-looking "signs" now gathering in his front.