Unquestionably it was a daring act on his part, but there was wisdom in it. He knew those men were seeking his life, and would shoot him, as they had threatened to do, on sight. When they met, it would be a question simply as to which got the drop on the other.
They were preparing to make a rush at him, and while he had no fear of a contest of speed between Queenie and any animal that "wore horse-hair," they were altogether too near at the beginning of the contest, and the chance of using their rifles was too much against him.
The crack of the Winchester accompanying his sharp reply, with the whistle of the bullet about their heads, gave them a momentary1 shock, which delayed the pursuit for a few precious seconds.
This was the object of the fugitive2, for, while that brief interval3 was thrown away by them, he improved it to the utmost. At such crises a few rods count immensely, and they were made to count on the side of Mont Sterry.
They were insufficient4, however, to take him beyond peril5. Men like those horsemen are quick to recover from a surprise, and it would have seemed that Sterry was hardly started in his flight when they were speeding after him. He heard their maledictions and knew that the struggle for life was on.
Comparatively brief as had been the time spent in the West by Sterry, he had not neglected his education along the lines indispensable to those following his manner of living. At the moment of giving Queenie rein6 he flung himself forward on her neck, hugging it close and uttering an involuntary prayer that the bullets might pass harmlessly by him and his horse.
There were enough of the missiles to kill several men, but the chance for aiming was so poor that even such fine marksmen as the rustlers had little chance. The mare7 was only dimly discernible, and she, like their own horses, was going at full speed.
Had the sun been shining the result must have been widely different.
The encounter with these men was so unexpected and the several changes of direction by Queenie so sudden and unavoidable that Sterry was not given a chance to take his bearings. The one object was to get as far from them as possible in the quickest time in which it could be done.
When that distance became a safe one it would be soon enough to give attention to the points of the compass.
Nobly did Queenie do her duty. She had carried her master out of many a peril, and she could be counted on to do it as long as the ability remained with her. Sterry's anxiety was really more on her account than on his own. He knew there was little danger of himself being struck by the bullets of the rustlers, who, as I have shown, had no possible chance of taking any sort of aim, but she was a conspicuous8 target, which it would seem they ought to hit with little difficulty.
Often must a person in the situation of Sterry leave everything to his horse. He did not seek to guide Queenie, but sat, or rather lay, in the saddle and on her neck, as she skimmed like a swallow over the undulating prairie.
Strange imaginings were in the brain of the young man during those few minutes. He listened to each shot of the Winchesters, and then, instead of feeling any apprehension9 for himself, waited for the dreaded10 evidence that his horse had been struck.
The skilful11 railway engineer, sitting in his cab, with his hand on the throttle12, can discover, on the instant, the slightest disarrangement in the mass of intricate mechanism13 over which he holds control. His highly trained senses enable him to feel it like a flash. So it was that Mont Sterry would have detected any injury to his horse as quickly as she herself. No matter if but the abrasion14 of the skin, the puncture15 of the flesh, or the nipping of an ear, she would betray it involuntarily.
If she were wounded and should fall, the situation of her rider would be well-nigh hopeless. He could only throw himself behind her body and have it out with his enemies. Such a defence has been successfully made many a time by white men against Indians; but Sterry would not be fighting Crows nor Sioux, but those of his own race and blood, as brave and skilful as he.
"Thank God!" he murmured, after each shot, as the splendid play of the machinery16 under him continued without a break or tremor17; "she was not hit that time. She is running at her best."
Once his heart stood still, for she seemed to quiver through her body, as if involuntarily shrinking from the prick18 of a sword.
In his alarm, Sterry rose to an upright posture19 in the saddle, and leaning to the right and left, and looking forward and behind him, searched for the wound. He hardly expected to see it, for it would have been beyond his sight in any one of a dozen different portions of the body.
But if in one of the limbs, it would quickly show in the gait of the animal.
"No," he murmured, "there is no change of pace; it could not have been much, and it may be she was not hit at all."
The rustlers fired two shots at this moment, when the horseman was more of a target than his animal, but he gave no heed20 to that; it was she for whom he felt concern.
A glance backward brought a thrill of hope. The distance between him and his pursuers had perceptibly increased. Queenie was showing her heels to those who dared dispute with her the supremacy21 of fleetness. She would soon leave them out of sight, unless it should prove she was disabled by some of the shots.
All would have gone well but for the appearance of a new danger of which he did not dream.
Suddenly Queenie emitted her faint, familiar whinny, and swerved22 to the left. She had scented23 a new peril.
In the gloom almost directly ahead loomed24 the figures of other horsemen bearing down upon the fugitive. They might be friends, and they might be enemies, but it would not do to take chances. Without an instant's hesitation25 Sterry wheeled to the left and spoke26 to his horse:
"Now, Queenie, do your best."
The mare responded with the same gameness she always showed; but the situation had suddenly become so grave that Monteith Sterry assuredly would have been overwhelmed and cut off but for one of the most extraordinary occurrences that ever came to any person in the extremity27 of danger.
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