"
They had come to a gradual turn in the road at a point where a steep,
wooded incline swept up on the left. On the right lay the old hunting
preserve and Armitage's bungalow. 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.
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