Anthony saw nothing.
"What was it ?" He checked his horse beside hers.
"I thought I saw something move.

I'm not sure.

And there--back, Anthony!" And she whirled her horse.

He caught it this time clearly, the unmistakable glint of the morning light on steel, and he turned the grey sharply.

At the same time a rattling blast of revolver shots crackled above them; the grey reared and pitched back.
By inches he escaped the fall of the horse, slipping from the saddle in the nick of time.