"Slade! Slade!" he cried, pointing, and instantly a score, Dick and the
sergeant among them, were hotfoot after the fugitives. Several shots
were fired, but none hit, and the chase lengthened out.
Sergeant Whitley exclaimed to Dick:
"We catch the pack, but if we don't catch the leader there'll be another
pack soon."
"Right you are! We must have that little man under the big hat!"
Dick heard panting breaths, and Warner and Pennington drew up by his side.
"Slade's about to escape!" exclaimed Dick. "We must get him!"
"I'm running my best," said Warner. "Look out!" Slade suddenly faced
about and fired a heavy pistol. Dick had dropped down at Warner's
warning cry and the bullet sang over his head. The sergeant fired in
return, but the light was too faint, and Slade and the three who were
with him ran on unharmed.
The pursuit, conducted with such vigor, soon led to the top of the
mountain, and they began the descent of the far side. Several more shots
were fired, but they did no damage, and neither side was able to gain.
Two of the fugitives turned aside into the woods, but the pursuit kept
straight after Slade, and his remaining companion, a slender, youthful
figure.
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