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“Jim-Sam, don’t kill ’em!” begged Tom Gray. “Drive ’em off, that’s all.”

The fellow’s companions, leaning from saddles, dragged the wounded man away, whence he was flung on a mustang and carried off, but how badly the fellow was hurt the Overlanders had no means of knowing. They kept on shooting just the same, backed up now by the weapons of Jim-Sam, and it took but a few shots from the heavy weapons to drive the raiders away.

“Now, ye infernal idiot! Do ye reckon ye’ve done enough fer one night?” demanded Jim sarcastically.

“I reckon I done too much when I saved yer miserable hide from them raiders,” flung back Sam. “Anybody git hurt?”

“I believe that I am the only casualty, but it was only my feelings that were hurt by the fall that my pride got,” replied Emma. “This is indeed a peaceful valley, isn’t it, Sam? Nothing ever happens here. Oh, no!”

Suppressed chuckles greeted Emma’s retort, but Jim and Sam had already run out of camp to make certain that the raiders had really gone away. The guides found that they had departed, but fearing that the attackers might return, they decided to watch the camp for the rest of the night.