In the same instant of his appearance she heard the unmistakable crack of a gun, saw the rider jerk backward in the saddle, throw up one hand,--and then the darkness dropped between them.
Lorraine crouched behind a juniper bush close against the rock and waited.

The next flash, came within a half-minute.

It showed a man at the horse's head, holding it by the bridle.

The horse was rearing.
Lorraine tried to scream that the man on the ground would be trampled, but something went wrong with her voice, so that she could only whisper.
When the light came again the man who had been shot was not altogether on the ground.

The other, working swiftly, had thrust the injured man's foot through the stirrup.