"Shall we start a back fire?" asked Bill.
"No use," returned several of the cowboys, "the wind's in the wrong
direction."
"Then we've got to ride for it," asserted Snider.
Well did the cowboys realize the danger, and with might and main
they urged their ponies, each one bent only on saving himself.
For a time the two brothers and Horace kept pace with them, but
they were not skilled in the fine art of getting the most out of
their ponies when the animals began to tire, and it was not long
before they found themselves dropping behind.
"Wait for us!" shouted Horace as he noticed the distance that
separated them constantly increasing.
For a moment it seemed to the terrified lads that their cry had not
been heard, yet just when they began to despair three horses
dropped behind, and as the boys came up with them they recognized
the two ranch owners and Pete.
"Take Horace, Pete; Snider, Tom; I'll take Larry," commanded Mr.
Wilder, and each of the men leaped their horses to seize the bridle
of the boy indicated.
Not more than two miles behind them was the terrible wall of fire.
In front of it coyotes and all other animals of the plains were In
full flight, their cries of fear or pain as they fell victims to
the all-devouring flames now and then rising above the sullen roar.
"Oh, it's gaining! it's gaining!" wailed Horace.
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