By the mass, I believe he is going to plunge into it!" cried Price.
The river was in view, and the young fugitive was riding toward it at full speed.

His pursuers pressed their tired steeds in his rear, and Robert knew his only chance for life was to swim the stream.

He uttered an encouraging shout to his horse as that noble animal sprang far out into the water.

Robert's hat fell off and floated near the shore; but his horse swam straight across.

Hugh Price, with an oath, drew his remaining pistol, galloped to the water's edge and fired.