Here they come now." And, as he spoke, there was a loud crashing in the bushes, and four horsemen came in sight.
"Thunder!" exclaimed one of them, who wore the uniform of a colonel, "I was in hopes we should catch the rascal before he reached this place.

Here, Tige," he continued, addressing a powerful white hound, "hunt 'em up, hunt 'em up!" The hound ran down to the edge of the stream, and barked and whined furiously, but still hesitated to enter; for hounds are always averse to going into water.
"Hunt 'em up, sir!" shouted the colonel, angrily.
The dog, evidently, feared his master more than the water, for he plunged in, and commenced swimming toward the place where Frank and his companions were concealed; and the others, after a little hesitation, followed him.
"Ready, now, boys," whispered the major.

"Captain, you shoot that white hound.

Frank, you take the colonel, and I'll attend to the man just behind him.

Don't waste your lead now." The three rifles cracked in rapid succession, and the colonel and one of his men fell heavily from their saddles.