"But we'd better bend down as we run.
Those bullets make my flesh creep!" A fresh volley was sent into the bushes, but owing to the wise precaution of bending low, the bullets went over their heads, although Harry felt his hair rising up to meet them.

In two or three minutes they were at the fence, and they went over it almost like birds.
Harry heard two bullets hit the rails as they leaped--they were in view then for a moment--but they merely increased his speed, as he and St.Clair darted side by side through the corn, bending low again.
They heard the horsemen talking and swearing at the barrier, and then they heard the beat of hoofs again.
"They'll divide and send a force around the field each way!" said St.Clair.
"And some of them will dismount and pursue us through it on foot!" "We can distance anybody on foot.

Harry, when I heard those bullets whistling about me I felt as if I could outrun a horse, or a giraffe, or an antelope, or anything on earth! And thunder, Harry, I feel the same way now!" Bullets fired from the fence made the ploughed land fly not far from them, and they lengthened their stride.

Harry afterward said that he did not remember stepping on that cornfield more than twice.
Fortunately for them the field, while not very wide, extended far to right and left, and the pursuing horsemen were compelled to make a great circuit.
Before the thudding hoofs came near they were over the fence again, and, still with wonderful powers of flight, were scudding across the country toward their own lines.

They came to one of the clusters of trees and dashing into it lay close, their hearts pounding.