Bands of the raiders darted into the woods both to right and left, and he knew that advancing on a straight line one or the other of the parties expected to catch the fugitives who must follow the curves of the road.
The advantage of the pursuit was soon shown as a shot from the right whistled by them.

Red Blaze, quick as lightning, fired at the flash of the rifle.
"I don't know whether I hit him or not," he said, judicially, "but the chances are pow'ful good that I did.

Still it looks as if they meant to hang on an' likely we kin soon expect shots from the other side, too.
Then if they know the country as well as they 'pear to do they'll have us clamped in a vise." As he spoke his eyes twinkled cheerfully out of his flaming countenance.
"You certainly seem to take it easy," said Dick.
"I take it easy, 'cause the jaws of that vise ain't goin' to clamp down.
Bein' somewhat interested in a run for your life you haven't noticed how dark it's gettin' up here on the heights an' how hard it's snowin'.

It's comin' down a lot thicker than it was when we crossed the first time." It was true.

Dick noticed now that the snow was pouring down, and that all the peaks and ridges were lost in the white whirlwind.
"I told you that I had been a traveler," said Red Blaze.