Alas! the Duke of Saint-Maclou had been justified in his confidence; for, to speak honestly, I do not believe my bullet went within a yard of the fugitive.

Hearing the shot and knowing himself unhurt, he halted and faced me.

There was no time for re-loading.

I took my pistol by the muzzle and ran at him.

My right arm was nearly useless; but I took it out of the sling and had it ready, for what it was worth.