The hidden marksman shot twice, evidently discerning only dim outlines at which to aim; the red flame of discharge cut the gloom like a knife.
One ball hurtled past Hamlin's head; the other found billet in Wade's horse, and the stricken creature toppled over, bearing its dead burden with him.

The Sergeant ripped off his glove, found the trigger with his half-frozen fingers, and fired twice.

Then, with an oath, he leaped madly to his feet, and dashed straight at the silent hill..