A deep flush overspread her pretty face.
"Hooray!" he shouted with a grin of pure delight.

Far away on the opposite bank Anderson Crow and his sleuths were congregating, their baffled gaze upon the man who had slipped out of their grasp.

The men of the posse were pointing at the boat and arguing frantically; there were decided signs of dispute among them.

Finally two guns flew up, and then came the puffs of smoke, the reports and little splashes of water near the flying skiff.
"Oh, they are shooting!" she cried in a panic.
"And rifles, too," he grated, redoubling his pull on the oars.

Other shots followed, all falling short.