He glanced back.

They were a full hundred yards in the rear, riding all four abreast.

He remembered his own pistol, and, drawing it from his belt, he sent a bullet toward the pursuit.

It was too long a range for serious work, but he intended it as a warning that he, too, was armed and would fight.
The road still ran through the forest with the hills close on the left.
Up went the sun, casting a golden glory over the white earth.

Harry beheld afar only a single spire of smoke.