twist of his wrists had managed to rid himself of the rope which bound him.
Watching a favorable moment, the youngest Rover slid behind a rock and then began to run at his best rate of speed for another shelter some distance away.
As soon as his flight was discovered some men went in pursuit, and two shots were fired at the boy, one grazing his left shoulder, but leaving only a scratch.
The counterfeiters would have continued to pursue the fleeing one, but now a new alarm sounded out and a guard rushed up.
"A posse is after us!" called the guard. "We have got to fight, or ride for it."
"Let us fight!" exclaimed Sack Todd, but this proposition was voted down, as it was not known how many were after the evildoers.
Sack Todd was the last man to leap into the saddle. As he did so, he gritted his teeth hard.
"They shan't capture me!" he muttered. "I am not to be taken alive!"
Away went the crowd at a breakneck speed, Dan Baxter in their midst. But at the first opportunity the bully turned to the southward and he disappeared when a patch of timber was gained.
"This is too hot for me," he muttered. "I guess best thing I can do is to get out of this neigh-
