This is a matter of life or death, so jump lively now!" He drove in his spurs, and was off like the wind.

A number of men were in the street, all hurrying forward in the same direction, but he dashed past them.

These were miners mostly, eager to have a hand in the man-hunt.

Here and there a rider skurried along and joined in the chase.

Just beyond the hotel, half-way up the hill, rifles were speaking irregularly, the white puffs of smoke blown quickly away by the stiff breeze.