I notice that three gentlemen are left and require attention." With the same care as before, he lay back and drew bead on the group, but the next moment uttered an impatient exclamation and straightened up again.
"They have fled; only Mary and her father are left, and there's no call to send any bullets in their direction." The fall of Mustad at the command of the wrathful physician was more than the other Ghoojurs could stand.

Suspecting no connection between the almost inaudible reports and the terrifying incidents, they believed their only hope was in headlong flight.

Without a word they dashed down the trail, quickly passing from sight, and were seen no more.
Meanwhile Jack Everson, finding no demand for long shooting, sprang from the rock and made all haste to the spot where he had recognized his friends, and where they awaited his coming with an anxiety that could not have been more intense.

That others of their enemies were in the neighborhood was certain, and their vengeance could not be restrained or turned aside as had been that of the Ghoojurs.

A collision between them and the fugitives must be fatal to the latter.
Great, therefore, was the delight of father and daughter when the brave fellow bounded into sight, his whole concern, as it seemed, being to learn whether the score kept by the doctor agreed with his own.