All at once they turned their rifles on the Pony Rider Boys.
At the first shot in the direction of the boys Tad turned in his saddle.
"Lie low!" he yelled. "Keep whooping and keep shooting. Look out that
you don't hit any one. Ride straight at them. They'll give ground."
"I hope to goodness they do," shouted Ned Rector.
"If they don't it's me for the tall timber," cried Stacy, who had
overheard Rector's remark.
The bullets sang so close to the boys that the lads could hear them
plainly. Had the light been more certain some of them must have been
hit, for those men out there knew how to handle rifles much better
than did any of the Pony Rider Boys.
With wild whoops and yells, keeping up a continuous fusillade, the
plucky band kept straight on.
"It's the Rangers!" They heard the words plainly, uttered by one of
the bandits.
"Yip! Yip! Kyeeaw!" screamed the fat boy.
"Yip! Yip! Hiyi!" chorused the others.
"We've got 'em on the run!" yelled Tad, as the circling horsemen swung
out into a straight line and began racing across the plains, turning
in their saddles to shoot at their assailants.
"Can you see to let them have a few shots into the ground to hurry them
along?" called Butler.
"Yes, yes," yelled the boys.
"Be careful," warned the professor. Bang, bang, bang, bang! answered
the rifles of the Pony Rider Boys. The horses of the bandits fairly
leaped into the air.
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