Jack had nerve.

I wish the poor fellow had stayed in the saddle; but his horse scooted off, and he stood right there where he fell, without a leaf to shelter him, and pumped the lead into those stockmen, who were mean enough to shoot the brave fellow in his tracks without giving him a chance for life." "You told me they ordered him to surrender before the firing began." "So they did, that they might shoot him down the easier.

I had a hot chase with them, and it was a pretty close call for me; but they didn't keep up the hunt for long.

You would think," added Vesey, bitterly, "that they would have been satisfied with dropping poor Jack, without burning down our home; but that is the style of the stockmen." Here was a representative of each of the factions, or associations, so hostile to each other.

The rustler knew Monteith Sterry, and must have felt a consuming resentment toward him.