A thousand little pulses that he had never heard of before began to beat in his head, and he was devoured by a consuming anger.

He vowed to get that fellow yet.
Lying flat upon his stomach he drew himself around the edge of the rock and watched.

There was a great deal of covering smoke from the artillery in the pass now, and he believed that it would serve his purpose.
But when he got a little distance away from the rock the bank of smoke lifted suddenly, and it was only by quickly flattening himself down behind a little ridge of stone that he saved his life.

The sharpshooter's bullet passed so close to his head that Dick felt as if he had received a complete hair cut, all in a flash.
He fairly sprang back to the cover of his rock.

What a fine rock that was! How big and thick! And it was so protective! In a spirit of defiance he fired at the top of the other stone and saw the gray dust shoot up from it.