A Wonderful EscapeFor a while the enemy hesitated to renew the attack. Then a few of them advanced until another shot from the Wizard’s revolver made them retreat.
“That’s fine,” said Zeb. “We’ve got ‘em on the run now, sure enough.”
“But only for a time,” replied the Wizard, shaking his head gloomily. “These revolvers are good for six shots each, but when those are gone we shall be helpless.”
The Gargoyles seemed to realize this, for they sent a few of their band time after time to attack the strangers and draw the fire from the little man’s revolvers. In this way none of them was shocked by the dreadful report more than once, for the main band kept far away and each time a new company was sent into the battle. When the Wizard had fired all of his twelve bullets he had caused no damage
