Now! Well
done, two more of the scoundrels down. Steady, Hubert, you missed
that time: there, that's better"
The Indians yelled with rage and astonishment as man after man
dropped before the steady and, to them, mysterious fire which was
kept up upon them. Still they did not abate the rapidity of their
charge.
"Done, papa," Charley said as the two boys simultaneously fired
their last shot, when the leading Indians were about two hundred
and fifty yards distant.
"Change your chambers and mount," Mr. Hardy said as he again took
aim with his rifle.
The enemy was not more than a hundred and fifty yards distant, when
they leaped into their saddles and started at a gallop.
"Steady, boys, keep your horses well in hand. Never mind their
balls; they could no more hit a man at this distance from the back
of a horse than they could fly. There is no chance of their
catching us; there won't be many horses faster than ours, and ours
are a good deal fresher. Keep a good lookout for holes."
Both pursuers and pursued were now going over the ground at a
tremendous pace. The Indians had ceased firing, for most of those
who had guns had discharged them as Mr. Hardy and his sons had
mounted, and it was impossible to load at the speed at which they
were going.
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