Chapter 21 OVER A CLIFF.

The bullets struck all around Jerry, but none of them struck him. Some of the leaden missiles hit the ground and made little clouds of dust, and others zipped on all sides of the auto.

All at once the explosions of the auto motor mingled with the banging of the Indians' guns. Jerry had started the engine.

"Get in!" he cried, leaping to the st

            
            

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