Red had
possessed a revolver, but in his sudden jump from the train he
had lost it, and there was now no time to look for it.
When he saw Phil pursuing, Larry started on a run, but the lad,
much more fleet of foot, rapidly overhauled him, despite the
handicap that Phil had at the start.
"You may as well give up! I'm going to catch you, if I have to
run all the way across the Sierra Nevada Range," shouted Phil.
Red halted suddenly. Phil thought he was going to wait for him,
but the lad did not slacken his speed a bit because of that.
All at once, as Phil drew near, Red picked up a stone and hurled
it at his pursuer. Phil saw it coming in time to "duck," and it
was well he did so, for Larry's aim was good.
"He must have been a baseball pitcher at sometime," grinned
the lad. However, the fellow continued to throw until Phil saw
that he must do something to defend himself else he would surely
be hit and perhaps put out of the race altogether.
"So that's your game is it?" shouted the boy. "I can
play ball, too."
With that the lad coolly began hunting about for stones, of which
he gathered up quite an armful, choosing those that were most
nearly round. In the meantime Red had kept up his bombardment,
Phil dodging the stones skillfully.
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