His hand was unsteady, and the bullet flew wide of the mark.
At this moment a sound behind him warned Bordine to guard his rear. He
turned to see the man he supposed dead once more on his feet, with bloody
face and flowing eyes, clutching at the side of the door to steady
himself.
The sight startled the young engineer, and deeming it best to seek safety
in flight, he turned, dealt the reeling tramp a tremendous blow in the
face that swept him from his feet, and dashed swiftly into the blackness
of the night.
The man in the shanty sprang swiftly after, anxious now to prevent the
escape of his intended victim.
If Bordine escaped them the country would ring with the news of the
attempted tragedy. Dashing with the swiftness of a deer, Jones passed
over the bulky form of Perry Jounce, and caught the outlines of the
fleeing engineer moving directly toward the foaming creek.
He had him now.
With the creek before, and a determined man with a cocked revolver
behind, it did not seem possible for the engineer to escape.
"Halt!"
Was Harry Jones anxious to capture his man alive?
Evidently not, yet the call to halt had the effect desired.
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