It recoiled, slipped, and in another instant had fallen over the side of the road, and crushed his rider on the rocks below.

Five of the wagon-guard who were riding ahead of the wagon galloped forward at the sound of the shots.

Fortner, Edwards and Harry Glen fired into these, and three saddles were emptied.

The remaining two men whirled their horses around, fired wildly into the air, and dashed back upon the plunging team, with which the driver was vainly struggling.

The ground quivered as the frightened animals struck together; they were crushed back upon their haunches, and beat one another cruelly with their mighty hoofs.