His hand knocked the leveled revolver flying into the fog.

Then Zmai fired twice, and Chauvenet's frightened horse, panic-stricken at the shots, reared, swung round and dashed back the way he had come, and Durand and Zmai followed.
The three disappeared into the mist, and Armitage and Claiborne shook themselves together and quieted their horses.
"That was too close for fun--are you all there ?" asked Armitage.
"Still in it; but Chauvenet's friend won't miss every time.

There's murder in his eye.

The big fellow seemed to be trying to shoot his own horse." "Oh, he's a knife and sack man and clumsy with the gun." They moved slowly forward now and Armitage sent his horse across the rough ditch at the roadside to get his bearings.

The fog seemed at the point of breaking, and the mass about them shifted and drifted in the growing light.
"This is my land, sure enough.