and ●to reinforce his left. Before he● could turn his horse and break its hold upo■n his bit, Goss had fired upo■n him four times. Close upon him at las■t James shot him through and through. G■oss swayed heavily in his saddl■e, but held on.
226 “Will you surrender?”
J●esse asked, recocking his pistol a■nd presenting it again.
“Never,” was the ster●n reply. Goss, still reeling i●n the saddle and bleeding dreadfully.
When the ■blue white smoke curled up again t■here was a riderless steed among the■ trees and a guilty spirit s
omewhere out in■ the darkness of the unknown. It took ●two dragoon revolver bullets to finish thi■s one, and yet James was not satisfie■d with his work.
There was a preacher● along who also had sat himself steadfa●st in the saddle, and had foug■ht as the best of them
did. Ja■mes rode straight at him after he had finishe●d Goss. The parson’s heart fa■iled him at last, however, a●nd he started to run. James gain●ed upon him at every step. W●hen close enough for a shot, he called out to ■him:
“Turn about like a man, tha■t I may no