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atly amazed the good people with whom he had been stopping, as they knew nothing of his real character in consequence of a lie he told them. The man was wild with fear. He spurred and lashed his horse furiously. And he kept his lead with remarkable speed. The Terror rattled and bumped over the rougher grass, but found it pretty good going anyway, as the open country of Missouri is generally fairly level. Tim watched the contest with interest. He could not help admiring the bandit's good riding. But he also saw that the stage slowly but surely began to gain. "Fer a short dash, that was prutty good!" he remarked. "In a long race no animal on earth could run against us though," replied Jack smiling. "See how we're overhaulin' ther lubber!" "In a few minutes well reach him, Tim, and---" Bang! The fugitive fired back. Zing! came the bullet. It grazed Jack's head. One inch nearer and it would have killed him! "Hit yer?" asked Tim, in alarm. "No, just missed," coolly replied the inventor. "Gee! it hummed like a bumble bee!" "Yes, it was a dangerous shot." "Shall I heave him one, an' drop him?" "No! I want to take him alive." On they continued to go until at last the Terror was very close to the bandit. "There is nothing can save you from capture now!" Jack shouted at him. "Surrender, you dog!" "I'm blowed if I will!" roared Wood Hite. He made one last supreme effort to forge ahead, but finding he could not do it, he leveled his revolver at Tim. Jack had a pistol in hand. He aimed, and fired it at Hite's weapon. Simultaneous with the explosion of the bullet there came a wild howl from the bandit, and his pistol flew up in the air, ruined beyond repair. "I'm struck!" he groaned. "Will you quit?" demanded Jack. "Don't drop me and I will." "All right! Dismount!" The fugitive pulled in the panting and sweating horse, and Tim stopped the electric stage. Down to the ground jumped the bandit, and raising his hands above his head he roared: "Mind you now--no games, partner." "What was you doing in that farm house?" "Getting over the wounds you gave me." "Where are the rest of the gang?" "I don't know." "Come, come! No lies!" "I tell you I don't know." "We'll see," said Jack, pulling out his watch and drawing a bead on the man. "It is now three minutes to four. At precisely four o'clock, unless you tell us where I can find the James
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