On Hazelton he did not waste a shot.
Helplessly and vainly the automobile whizzed by pursuer and pursued.
"Ashby, stop this madness!" cried Mr.Ellsworth hoarsely.
The pursuing rider never faltered.

Now the party of Arizona horsemen were riding nearer.

Two or three of the leaders drew revolvers, opening fire on the mad hotel man, though the range was as yet too great for effective work.
In another thirty seconds George Ashby would doubtless have dropped to the dust of the dessert, riddled with lead.

Suddenly, however, he gave his horse's head a sharp turn to the right.

In an instant he was riding back, shooting no more, and Tom Reade had passed safely out of range.
With wild whoops the Paloma horsemen dashed on.