Allen whirled his horse and sent it in a scrambling run along the treacherous slope. Without a touch of the reins from Snippets, Princess turned and followed. The range was long for accurate shooting, but some of the shots fired by the dismounted men sang uncomfortably close to Allen's ears. "Ain't it funny how folks always shoot over, when shootin' down a slope?" he called over his shoulder to Snippets, who waved her hand in return. Strangely, she felt excitement, but no fear. Anderson was directly below them and riding hard. Baldy and the Yuma Kid had stuck to the smooth floor of the meadow and were a good hundred yards ahead of him. The men on the crest were also traveling faster, and they were soon ahead of him. A minute later Ace Cutts and his men headed down the slope, while the Yuma Kid and Baldy swung their horses up it. They gave an exultant whoop when they saw they had Allen surrounded. Allen gave them an answering yell, swung Honey Boy on "a ten-cent piece," and headed down the slope straight for Anderson. Anderson yanked on his horse's bit and brought him to a standstill, then snatched out his rifle. The horse reared. Allen was within three hundred yards and coming fast. To make sure of his shot Anderson slid off his pony. The moment his feet touched the ground, Allen checked Honey Boy's wild progress down the slope and swung him parallel with it again. Anderson threw himself on his now frightened horse and looked up. He swore bitterly; for, the moment he was in the saddle, Allen had again switched his direction and was once more headed straight for him. The Yuma Kid and Baldy had joined Ace Cutts and his men, but all were some fifty yards higher up the slope and four hundred yards in advance of Allen. Anderson struggled to master his plunging horse. Allen dropped his reins over the pommel and seized his Winchester. His horse covered the distance between the two in great scrambling leaps. Allen fired as rapidly as he could pump his lever. "Damn him, he's outguessed me," Anderson growled. It was impossible for him to fire from his frightened horse, so he swung his foot over its rump to dismount again. The horse plunged, reared high on its hind legs and fell with a crash. Anderson, in attempting to leap clear of the falling animal, dropped his rifle. A slug whipped his hat from his head, and he dived for cover behind his dead horse. Allen again swung Honey Boy, this time away from the Yuma Kid, and tore down the slope at a slant. He passed Anderson, out of pistol range, flew down to the meadow and raced straight for the willows that bordered Stone Creek. He gave a shrill whistle. Princess lengthened her stride and drew abreast of Honey Boy. "Oh, Jim!" Snippets called enthusiastically. "What a wonderful horse! I closed my eyes on that slope. I thought she would surely stumble and fall." Allen laughed aloud, as he shoved new cartridges in his rifle. "She's part cat. Keep goin'--'cause those gents is comin' fast."