Two of the men started forward, but they stopped half way, as if rooted to the ground. For a galloping horseman suddenly drew up at the very point for which they were starting. He leaped to the ground and warned them back with his rifle. While he covered them a second man rode up and lifted Bannister to his saddle.
“Ready, Mac,” he gave the word, and both horses disappeared with their riders over the brow of the hill. When the surprised desperadoes recovered themselves and reached that point the rescuers had disappeared in the heavy brush.
The alarm was at once given, and their captain, cursing them in a raucous bellow for their blunder, ordered immediate pursuit. It was some little time before the trail of the fugitives was picked up, but once discovered they were over hauled rapidly.
“We’re not going to get out without swapping lead,” McWilliams admitted anxiously. “I wisht y’u wasn’t hampered with that load, but I reckon I’ll have to try to stand them off alone.”
“We bucked into a slice of luck when I opened on his bronc mavericking around alone. Hadn’t been for that we could never have made it,” said Missou, who never crossed a bridge until he came to it.
“We haven’t made it yet, old hoss, not by a long mile, and two more on top o’ that. They’re beginning to pump lead already. Huh! Got to drap your pills closer’n that ’fore y’u worry me.”
“I believe he’s daid, anyway,” said Missou presently, peering down into the white face of the unconscious man.
“Got to hang onto the remains, anyhow, for Miss Helen. Those coyotes are too much of the wolf breed to leave him with them.”
“Looks like they’re gittin’ the aim some better,” equably remarked the other a minute later, when a spurt of sand flew up in front of him.
“They’re ce’tainly crowding us. I expaict I better send them a ‘How-de-do?’ so as to discourage them a few.” He took as careful aim as he could on the galloping horse, but his bullet went wide.