Soon a horse fell, but the rider found his feet and continued to pursue his comrades till a second shot despatched him.

Another man fell; then another horse; out of the whole troop there was but one fellow left, and he on foot; only, in different directions, the noise of the galloping of three riderless horses was dying fast into the distance.
All this time not one of the assailants had for a moment shown himself.
Here and there along the path, horse or man rolled, undespatched, in his agony; but no merciful enemy broke cover to put them from their pain.
The solitary survivor stood bewildered in the road beside his fallen charger.

He had come the length of that broad glade, with the island of timber, pointed out by Dick.

He was not, perhaps, five hundred yards from where the boys lay hidden; and they could see him plainly, looking to and fro in deadly expectation.

But nothing came; and the man began to pluck up his courage, and suddenly unslung and bent his bow.