mules were lost to sight in the mulitude of the other steeds all about them.
"Come on, Ned!" yelled Tom, as he sighted his rifle. "Pump it into them! We must turn them, or they may come over this way, and if they do it will be all up with us."
"Shoot to kill?" asked Ned, as he drew back the firing lever of his electric rifle.
"No, only a stunning charge. Those horses are valuable, and there's no use killing them. All we want to do is to turn them aside."
"That's right," agreed Mr. Damon, forgetting in the excitement of the moment to bless himself or anything. "We'll only stun them."
The rifles were quickly adjusted to send out a comparatively weak charge of electricity, and then they were trained on the dense mass of horses, while the three marksmen began working the firing levers.
At first, though horse after horse fell to the ground, stunned, there was no appreciable effect on the thousands in the drove. The poor mules were hidden from sight, though by reason of divisions in the living stream of animals it could still be told where they were tethered, and where the horses separated to go past them. Fortunately the ropes and pegs held.
"Fire faster!" cried Tom. "Shoot across the
