I hit him." "Good eyes and good hand.

You saved us.

They must have struck our trail in some manner during the night and then they thought they had us.

Ah, they still think they have us!" The last remark was drawn by a shout and another spatter of shots.

Two or three bullets struck alarmingly close, and they increased the speed of their horses, while the Lipans urged their ponies to their best.
"They're too eager," said Obed.