Only one of their mounts was tolerably fresh, the one which had once already almost overtaken us.

As we neared the top of the slope, Hilda, glancing behind her, exclaimed, with a sudden thrill, "He is spurting again, Hubert!" I drew my revolver and held it in my right hand, using my left for steering.

I did not look back; time was far too precious.

I set my teeth hard.

"Tell me when he draws near enough for a shot," I said, quietly.
Hilda only nodded.