He feared nothing but Shepard.
A single horseman in the darkness could throw off any pursuit by cavalry, but the terrible spy might turn at once to the creek and the gorge.
He had the consolation, though, of knowing that Shepard could not follow him and all the others at the same time.
Harry paused a moment at the water's edge and listened for the sounds of pursuit.

None came.

Then he plunged boldly in and rode against the stream, passing into the depths of the gorge.

It was darker now, being near to that darkest hour before the dawn, and the slit of sky above was somber.
But he rode on at a good walk until he was about half way through the gorge.

Then he heard sounds above, and drawing his horse in by the cliff he stopped and waited.