Loud he calls : “ This way, Grant! Follow up, boys 1 Don't shoot me I Head him off 1“ And behind him, like two madmen, were tearing along his friends, rifle in hand, kept on the track by his calls. “ He’s making for cover," panted Grant, as the cries sounded up a hill, on the far east side of which grew scale rather thick jungle. “If we can catch up before he gets there, we may make him drop Barry ; if not, God help him 1" Side by side they ran in the dark, and on in front bounded the fierce brute, with Barry trying to keep him back all ho could.
“ Gaining!" gasped Blain, as the cries from Barry sounded nearer, and they quickened their pace as they breasted the hill.
