Within the pass preparations were going on to repel it a second time.

Then he glanced toward the opposite rock and dropped down just in time.

He had seen a rifle barrel protruding above it, and a second later the bullet whistled where his head had been.
He grew angrier than ever.

He had left that sharpshooter alone for at least ten minutes, while he watched charge and repulse, and he expected to be treated with the same consideration.

He would pay him for such ferocity, and seeing an edge of gray shoulder, he fired.
No sign came from the rock, and Dick was quite sure that he had missed.
The blood mounted to his head and surcharged his brain.