I got going then

We nipped on to a couple of horses, pulled out our revolvers, andtooled after him. After a bit we overtook him, and that's when thetrouble began. The johnny had dismounted when we arrived. I thoughthe was simply tightening his horse's girths. What he was really doingwas getting a steady aim at us with his revolver. He fired as we cameup, and dropped poor old Chester. I thought he was killed at first, butit turned out it was only his leg. I got going then. I emptied all thesix chambers of my revolver, and missed him clean every time. In themeantime he got me in the right shoulder. Hurt like sin afterwards,though it was only a sort of dull shock at the moment. The next itemof the programme was a forward move in force on the part of the enemy. 　　The man had got his knife out now--why he didn't shoot again I don'tknow--and toddled over in our direction to finish us off. Chester wasunconscious, and it was any money on the Gaucho, when I happened tocatch sight of Chester's pistol, which had fallen just by where I camedown. I picked it up, and loosed off. Missed the first shot, but gothim with the second in the ankle at about two yards; and his day'swork was done. That's the painful story. Danvers says he's gettingwriter's cramp, so I shall have to stop....'""By Jove!" said Mike. 　　"What a dreadful thing!" said Mrs. Jackson. 　　"Anyhow, it was practically a bushranger," said Phyllis. 　　"I told you it was a duel, and so it was," said Marjory. 　　"What a terrible experience for the poor boy!" said Mrs. Jackson. 　　"Much better than being in a beastly bank," said Mike, summing up. 　　"I'm glad he's having such a ripping time. It must be almost as decentas Wrykyn out there.... I say, what's under that dish?" Chapter 30 Mr. Jackson Makes Up His Mind Two years have elapsed and Mike is home again for the Easter holidays. 　　If Mike had been in time for breakfast that morning he might havegathered from the expression on his father's face, as Mr. Jacksonopened the envelope containing his school report and read thecontents, that the document in question was not exactly a paean ofpraise from beginning to end. But he was late, as usual. Mike alwayswas late for breakfast in the holidays.