I had not ascended more than forty feet when I heard my pursuers coming closer and closer; I quickly hid behind a large pine tree, and in a few moments they all rushed by me, being led on by the rattling footsteps of my horse, which they heard ahead of them.

Soon I heard them firing at random at the horse, as they no doubt supposed I was still seated on his back.

As soon as they had passed me I climbed further up the steep mountain, and knowing that I had given them the slip, and feeling certain that I could keep out of their way, I at once struck out for Horseshoe station, which was twenty-five miles distant.

I had hard traveling at first, but upon reaching lower and better ground, I made good headway, walking all night and getting into the station just before daylight,--foot-sore, weary, and generally played out.
I immediately waked up the men of the station and told them of my adventure.

Slade himself happened to be there, and he at once organized a party to go out and hunt up the horse-thieves.