The sun had set and as we turned the top of a long hill the dusk was lighted with a rich, golden glow on the horizon far below us.
We heard a quick stir in the bushes by the roadside.
"What's that ?" Purvis demanded in a half-whisper of excitement.

We stopped.
Then promptly a voice--a voice which I did not recognize--broke the silence with these menacing words sharply spoken: "Your money or your life!" "Mr.Purvis" whirled his horse and lashed him up the hill.

Things happened quickly in the next second or two.

Glancing backward I saw him lose a stirrup and fall and pick himself up and run as if his life depended on it.

I saw the stranger draw his pistol.