He saw Taggart near the edge of the wood, two hundred yards away, kneeling, his rifle leveled at them.

He yelled to Betty but she did not heed him.
Taggart's bullet sang over his head as the gun in Betty's hands crashed.

Taggart stood quickly erect, his rifle dropped from his hands as he ran, staggering from side to side, to his horse.

He mounted and fled, his pony running desperately, accompanied by the music of a rifle that suddenly began popping on the other side of Calumet--Dade's.

But the distance was great, the target elusive, and Dade's bullets sang futilely.
They watched Taggart until he vanished, his pony running steadily along a far level, and then Betty turned to see Calumet looking at her with a twisted, puzzled smile.
"You plugged him, I reckon," he said, nodding toward the vast distance into which his enemy was disappearing.