It was the old trapper who at length called for a halt.
"Listen!" said he.

"What is that ?" Dunwody heard him, and as the coach pulled up, thrust his head out of the window.

The sound was repeated.
"I hear it!" cried he.

"Rifle firing! I'm afraid we're going to be too late.

Drive on, there, fast!" Finally they reached the point in the road just below the shut-in, where the hills fell back in the approach to the little circular valley.