While he lay he heard the Mexicans beating up the thickets, and Urrea giving sharp orders.
Ned knew that his hiding place must soon be discovered, and he began to consider what would be the best movement to make next.

His heart had now returned to its normal beat, and he felt that he was good for another fine burst of speed.
He heard the trampling of the horses approaching, and then the voice of Urrea telling the others that he was going straight ahead and to follow him.

Evidently they had beaten up the rest of the forest, and now they were bound to come upon him.

Ned sprang from the gully, ran from the wood and darted across the prairie toward the next little grove.
He was halfway toward the coveted shelter when Urrea caught sight of him, gave a shout, and fired his pistol.

Ned, filled with hatred of Urrea, fired in return.