Hark--there is shooting, too! Come, follow me, and I will take you there.

There is work for the Rangers tonight!" Yes, it was true.

They could all hear the sound of shots.

What had gone before had only reached the ears of Charles; but the report of firearms carried far.

In three minutes the bold little company had started at a brisk run through the snow-covered forest, getting quickly into the long swing of their snowshoes, and skimming over the ground at an inconceivably rapid pace, considering the nature of the ground traversed.
All at once the forest opened before them.