"It's Ashby, and he's shooting to kill.

About face--you young idiot!" Harry took no notice of the warning, reining in only slightly, then wheeling and riding in a line with Reade, though about forty feet to one side of him.
Ashby, a wild light in his eyes, heavily armed, and riding madly, kept up a continuous fire in his effort to destroy the young chief engineer.
Honk! Honk! honk! came the warning from the automobile horn.

The car dashed at full speed toward the vengeful rider, as though about to run him down.
George Ashby, however, was not easily intimidated.

One swift glance had assured him that the automobile bore no armed men.

He therefore merely swung his horse out of the path of the on-coming car and continued to aim at Reade, though he now took more time between shots.