Then jumping on my horse, I rode down the creek as fast as possible, through the darkness and over the rough ground and rocks.
The other outlaws in the dug-out, having heard the shot which I had fired, knew there was trouble, and they all came rushing down the creek.
I suppose, by the time they reached the man whom I had knocked down, that he had recovered and hurriedly told them of what had happened.

They did not stay with the man whom I had shot, but came on in hot pursuit of me.

They were not mounted, and were making better time down the rough canon than I was on horseback.

From time to time I heard them gradually gaining on me.
At last they had come so near that I saw that I must abandon my horse.

So I jumped to the ground, and gave him a hard slap with the butt of one of my revolvers, which started him on down the valley, while I scrambled up the mountain side.