As they drew into the curve they heard a revolver crack twice, as before, followed by answering shots and cries and the thump of hoofs.
"Ohee! Oscar has struck them again.

Steady now! Watch your horse!" And Armitage raised his arm high above his head and fired twice as a warning to Oscar.
The distance between the contending parties was shorter now than at the first meeting, and Armitage and Claiborne bent forward in their saddles, talking softly to their horses, that had danced wildly at Armitage's shots.
"Lord! if we can crowd them in here now and back to the Port!" "There!" Exclamations died on their lips at the instant.

Ahead of them lay the fog, rising and breaking in soft folds, and behind it men yelled and several shots snapped spitefully on the heavy air.

Then a curious picture disclosed itself just at the edge of the vapor, as though it were a curtain through which actors in a drama emerged upon a stage.

Zmai and Chauvenet flashed into view suddenly, and close behind them, Oscar, yelling like mad.