The pris oner ran like a wild goat, and soon I saw that he was coming near the bottom of my hill.
As fast as I could, I ran down the hill and jumped out of the trees between the prisoner and the two wild men.
I hit the first man with the wooden end of my gun and he fell down, but I had to shoot the second man.
The poor prisoner did not move.
He was afraid ofther noise of my gun.