If we can wing another they're likely to let us alone and we can go on.

They must know by the trail that we're now two instead of one, and that their danger has doubled." Dick had felt that the danger to their pursuers had more than doubled.
He had an immense admiration for the sergeant, who was surely showing himself a host.

The man, trained so long in border war, was thoroughly in his element.

His thick, powerful figure was drawn up in the fashion of a panther about to spring.

Bulky as he was he showed ease and grace, and wary eyes, capable of reading every sign, continually scanned the thickets.
"They know just where we are, of course," whispered the sergeant, "but if we stay close they'll never get a good shot at us." Dick caught sight of a head among some bushes and fired.