There came the report of a pistol from behind and a bullet whistled above his head.
"Come on, Giles; he is unarmed," cried Mr.Price.
"Oh, are you quite sure ?" cried Giles.
"I am sure.

He is out of ammunition." "That is extraordinary, very extraordinary." Mr.Peram, who had been lingering behind, with this assurance urged his horse alongside the stepfather.
"He is heading for the river!" cried Price.
"Can he cross ?" "No; his horse could scarcely swim it.

Try a shot at him." Giles Peram, who was as cruel as he was cowardly, drew one of his pistols, as he galloped along over the grassy plain, and cocked it.
It is no easy matter even for an experienced marksman to hit a running object from the back of a flying horse.

Giles, after leaning first to one side, then to the other, and squinting along the barrel of his pistol, shut both eyes and pulled the trigger.

When the smoke cleared away Robert was seen sitting bolt upright in his saddle.
"He heads for the river.