CHAPTER 32BROKEN LUCK
They could not beat desperate riders, well mounted, and Jimmy, no matter what his trust in big Blue Barry and the mare, knew perfectly well that in a short distance, if they fled, the wolves would be on their track. Others were coming, swarming down, their shouts echoing as they called to one another.
It was no plainer to the boy than to his friend. Barry Litton suddenly put spurs to the mare, and riding her with a loose rein, only his gripping knees and the sway of his body guiding her, he drove straight at the enemy, a revolver blazing from either hand.
Jimmy, crouching low and swinging out a trifle to one side, looked past Litton’s side, and saw the two swing their horses toward the fugitive, then open fire.
The horse on the left suddenly spilled to the ground,
