The man had slowed down and was looking about as if puzzled.

He rode a powerful horse that seemed but little wearied by the pursuit.
Harry picked up a long fragment of a fallen bough, and he ran toward the horseman, springing from the shelter of one tree trunk to that of another with all the deftness of a primitive Wyandot.

He was almost upon the rider before the man turned with a startled exclamation.
Then Harry struck, and his was no light hand.

The end of the stick met the man's head, and without a sound he rolled unconscious from the saddle.

It was a tribute to Harry's humanity that he caught him and broke his fall.