All the people seemed to have gone away.
But when they came into rougher and more wooded regions they were shot at often by concealed marksmen.

A half-dozen troopers were killed and more wounded, and, when the cavalrymen forced a path through the brush in pursuit of the hidden sharpshooters, they found nothing.

The enemy fairly melted away.

It was easy enough for a rifleman, knowing every gully and thicket, to send in his deadly bullet and then escape.
"Although it's merely the buzzing and stinging of wasps," said Warner, "I don't like it.

They can't stop our advance, but I hate to see any good fellow of ours tumbled from his horse." "Makes one think of that other ride we took in Mississippi," said Dick.
"In one way, yes, but in others, no.