"We must get him!" "I'm running my best," said Warner.

"Look out!" Slade suddenly faced about and fired a heavy pistol.

Dick had dropped down at Warner's warning cry and the bullet sang over his head.

The sergeant fired in return, but the light was too faint, and Slade and the three who were with him ran on unharmed.
The pursuit, conducted with such vigor, soon led to the top of the mountain, and they began the descent of the far side.

Several more shots were fired, but they did no damage, and neither side was able to gain.
Two of the fugitives turned aside into the woods, but the pursuit kept straight after Slade, and his remaining companion, a slender, youthful figure.
"I think we'll get 'em," panted the sergeant.