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D then to the other, momentarily approaching
closer to shore, however. Twice more Jack fired
in response to Lord Hastings' command, but the result was always
the same. As long as
the pursued continued to zig-zag there was little hope of a
successful shot. But in the meantime the pursuers were gaining. A
bullet from ahead whistled over Frank's head. The lad grew angry and
drew his

own revolver.
Taking careful aim, he fired.

So far as he could see there
was no result. "Where's that infallible aim of yours?" demanded Jack.
Frank made no reply but fired again. This time his effort was
rewarded. A figure straightened up in the boat ahead,
waved his arms above his head, and with a cry toppled into the water.
The boat did not slow down. The others plainly did not intend to
take the time to attempt a rescue. "Shall we pick him up, sir?" asked
Frank. Lord Hastings shook his head. "We have more serious business
in hand," he replied. "He will have to take his
chances." Still the pursuers gained; but it became apparent now that
they could not hope to overtake their quarry before he reached shore.
"Ready to take a shot as
they jump out of the boat," was Lord Hastings' command. All
drew their revolvers and stood ready. Now, there was little doubt in
the minds of all that they could pick off the fugitives as they
leaped ashore, and they probably would have done so but for an
unforeseen occurrence. The pursuers
had lost a little time in maneuvering to get in an effective shot,
and the pursued now were more than a hundred yards ahead. As the
first boat was a scant fifty yards from shore, a third craft hove in
sight, headed down
the river. It was going in s
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