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The fugitive fired back.
Zing! came the bullet.
It grazed Jack's head.
One inch nearer and it would have killed him!
"Hit yer?" asked Tim, in alarm.
"No, just missed," coolly replied the inventor.
"Gee! it hummed like a b.u.mble bee!"
"Yes, it was a dangerous shot."
"Shall I heave him one, an' drop him?"
"No! I want to take him alive."
On they continued to go until at last the Terror was very close to the bandit.
"There is nothing can save you from capture now!" Jack shouted at him.
"Surrender, you dog!"
"I'm blowed if I will!" roared Wood Hite.
He made one last supreme effort to forge ahead, but finding he could not do it, he leveled his revolver at Tim.
Jack had a pistol in hand.
He aimed, and fired it at Hite's weapon.
Simultaneous with the explosion of the bullet there came a wild howl from the bandit, and his pistol flew up in the air, ruined beyond repair.
"I'm struck!" he groaned.
"Will you quit?" demanded Jack.
"Don't drop me and I will."
"All right! Dismount!"
The fugitive pulled in the panting and sweating horse, and Tim stopped the electric stage.
Down to the ground jumped the bandit, and raising his hands above his head he roared:
"Mind you now--no games, partner."
"What was you doing in that farm house?"
"Getting over the wounds you gave me."
"Where are the rest of the gang?"
"I don't know."
"Come, come! No lies!"
"I tell you I don't know."
"We'll see," said Jack, pulling out his watch and drawing a bead on the man. "It is now three minutes to four. At precisely four o'clock, unless you tell us where I can find the James Boys, I'll fire!"
"Say! don't do that!" cried the bandit, in alarm.
"That's the law."
"But I really don't---"
"One minute."
"For Heaven's sake, let up!"
"You are wasting valuable time, Wood Hite."
"If I knew I'd tell you quick enough."
"Your time on earth is growing mighty short."
"Won't anything else satisfy you?"
"No. Two minutes!"
"Good Lord A'mighty!"
"Speak--quick!"
"It's as much as my life is worth!"
"Very well. Ten seconds more!"
The outlaw was as pale as death.
The bandages around his head added to the look of unutterable woe upon his haggard face.
He trembled like an aspen, and burst into a cold, clammy perspiration, and was breathing heavily.
Jack glanced up from his watch.
"Time's up!" he exclaimed.
